It began with genuine excitement. A close friend asked me to help with food for her baby shower, and I happily spent the entire day cooking dishes for fifty guests.
My kitchen smelled amazing, and I imagined the laughter and celebration to come. But the night before the event, everything changed. She sent a cheerful message “uninviting” me because of “space issues” — yet still expected me to deliver all the food.
The shock stung, but instead of getting angry, I chose clarity. I wished her well and explained that since I was no longer attending, I’d be keeping the food. No sarcasm, just boundaries.
