I SAID NO!
I'm...a pushover. I've been working on growing a backbone but it's not easy.
My sister is still smarting that I did not ask her to be my Maid of Honor in my wedding. Quite honestly she is one of the LAST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD I would ever ask to be my MOH. My best friend of 18+ years, Sarah, has that honor. The following conversation happened as a result of Sis's lingering displeasure.
Sis: I need Sarah's phone number.
Sis: I need to talk to her.
Sis: Well, since I'm not your Maid of Honor, I need to tell Sarah what she needs to do and when.
Me: Excuse me?
Sis: Sarah's young. She might not know what being Maid of Honor entails. So I need to give her a list of her duties.
Me: The only thing that matters to me, is that Sarah stands next to me at the altar on my wedding day. Everything else is just a bonus.
Sis: But she has DUTIES!
Sis: But I need to tell her that she needs to find a new bra. [Sarah is extremely large busted and has trouble finding a good bra. However she does own a 'formal' bra that does wonders for her.]
Me: That's ridiculous. She's an adult and perfectly capable of outfitting herself appropriately.
Sis: You really don't want your MOH's b**bs flashing all over the place at your wedding.
Me: That's really none of your concern.
Sis: Excuse me?
Me: I'm not giving you her number. This is ridiculous.
Sis: Then who's going to make sure she does a good job?
Me: It doesn't matter. No.
Oh, that one little word is so empowering!