The Burning, Painful Rejection Of Upper Middle-Class Women
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<p>After thinking that I found the mythical girl squad I’d always hoped for, I once again found myself with a harsh reality check. This time around, it was when I tried to set up a mini-dinner party only to have my new female friends not reply.</p>
<p>Oh, don’t worry, they still got to have fun.</p>
<p>They all went to dinner with each other and didn’t invite me that night.</p>
<p>I found out through Instagram and frankly, I’m at the point where I’m just going to assume that they don’t want me around them. I tried, guys, I really tried. Hell, I even found a cool candy-themed thing to go to that no one bothered replying to either.</p>
<p>And I thought I was finally at the point where I got an “in” into a clique that was from a higher standard than my ex-rave friends. I guess not. I’m trying not to be heartbroken but it’s really hard not to be when this kind of rejection messes with my head so badly.</p>
<p>While I usually would ask why I wasn’t invited, I’ve learned not to confront people like that. They never tell you the truth and you come off looking like a freak. So, I’m just going to make myself scarce. They know where to find me, if they ever want to talk to me.</p>
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