I love this one, it's one of my favorites.
My take: if the Wronged Mom wrote this tome to justify herself to an anonymous website, imagine what it must have been like to be a friend or acquaintence during the months leading up to the shower. (Go ahead, imagine this is a friend of yours on the phone with you.)
It begins: "Oh, woe is me, how will we ever get along? We don't have any baby things anymore, we're out of work, how will we pay for this baby? What if it is a boy? How can a boy sleep on pink crib sheets." Silence. You attempt something like, "Well, it will work out," and more wailing ensues.
It continues: "Oh, alas, my mother is dead and my mother-in-law has dementia, or the other way around, and my sisters are gone, so there's no one to throw me the shower I NEED to properly outfit this baby!" Silence. "If only I had a friend who would volunteer to throw me a shower, goodness knows I would never ASK, that would be RUDE..."
It continues: "Lamentations, I weep, DH finally convinced- I mean, future SIL finally volunteered to host a shower for me, but I'm having to pay for it myself, the people who are invited had better give me a lot of stuff to make up for all the money I'm spending..."
And, closer to the date: "You're coming aren't you? Sorrow, sorrow, I need you to be there, I don't have the stroller I registered for..."
And, as you RSVP your regrets, "I wail, I prostrate myself, you can't come to the shower to honor my possible future baby (who may not live, mind you) with your token?"
Then, you open the thank-you note, written exactly as she describes, and when you call her, she says, "But didn't you notice, I wrote your address on the envelope MYSELF, even though my hands haven't worked since Thanksgiving..."
Yes, I might have screamed, too.
Did I mention, I love this one?