I really wanted to slap her.

I did and if it wasn't for the way my mom raised me, I might have. The incident took place a month ago at a friend's surprise Birthday party. I was sitting at a table with other people that were friends with the birthday boy um, guy. I knew the woman next to me and she had just had another baby a few months previously. I asked her how life with two was going. She said pretty good, but some days are harder than others. She then said how she didn't know how we did it with four. I just smiled as usual, the bitch woman seated across from me had a different reply. With a look of pure disgust she said "You have FOUR kids?!" You would have thought I just said we had 20 kids or that I raise dragons to eat people like her.  I said yes and she replied, "We only have two because there are only TWO of us." *Insert eye rolling here* I told her that she did have two hands. *giggle* At this point my blood is boiling and I could feel my hands shaking.  She then went on and on about how she has a sister in law who has five kids and she never knows where they are at or what they are doing. She included some more stories of her sister in law's apparent lack of parenting. I just looked at her and did not say another word. I had texted my friend that I was going to beat the crap out of this woman because of her comments and innuendos and she called me and made me leave the party for a minute. She reassured me that I was a great mom and my kids were awesome. She also pointed out that this woman obviously has issues and were taking them out on me. Have I mentioned before how much I love my friends? So I went back in with my head held high and tried to enjoy the party. She made it a point to make a snarky comment and talk over me at any chance she got. I finally just had to stop trying to have other conversations. Her husband wasn't too bad, but was throwing back beers like he was in a desert and didn't know when he would get his next drink. After they left to which I pointedly did not say bye to her I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I could not believe that I had allowed a stranger to make me feel so little. Why do I have to defend that we have four kids? Why do people feel they have a right to make comments about my four kids, but not make comments at those who have only one or two kids? How is it that I become this leper by the mere mention of my having four kids? Yes, I have F-O-U-R kids. They are all well taken care of and from what everyone who comes in contact with them are awesome, caring kids. (I believe that too, but it helps to have a third party comment.) :) So to the bitch who had the balls to make a comment about my kids, who she has never met, Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on.*

*Yes, I swore, no I do not make it a daily occurrence,  but sometimes it is warranted.*

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