MY MISTRESS BROUGHT HIS EX TO MY BIRTHDAY

MY MISTRESS BROUGHT HIS EX TO OUR CHILD’S BIRTHDAY TO HUMBLE ME — BUT THEY GOT SILENT WHEN THE CHILD TALKED ABOUT THE “WOMAN’S DRESS”…
It was my daughter Sofie’s seventh birthday. As a mother, I wanted it to be perfect. Even though my husband Dave and I had separated (because of his womanizing), I still invited him for Sofie.

We talked about just our family. But I was shocked when Dave arrived with someone else. With him was Trina, his ex-girlfriend who was the reason for the breakup of our family.

To make matters worse, Trina stole the show. She was wearing a very fancy red gown as if it was her birthday. She was full of jewelry and had heavy make-up. As for me, I was wearing a simple blouse and slacks because I was the one who hosted the party.

“Hi, Lyn,” Trina greeted with a hint of insult. “Sorry if I overdressed, huh? I’m used to high class parties. Not like this, a bit… baduy.”

Dave laughed. “Let it go, Babe. You know Lyn, she has no taste in fashion. She’s a losyang.”

It felt like my heart was being torn apart. In front of my guests and family? I wanted to answer, but I didn’t want to ruin Sofie’s birthday.

Trina approached Sofie who was sitting among the presents.

“Hi, Birthday Girl!” Trina greeted loudly so everyone could hear. “Look at my gift for you, an expensive doll from America. Not like the one your Mommy prepared that was just spaghetti.”

Sofie just looked at the doll. Then, she stared at the gown Trina was wearing.

“Do you like Tita’s dress, Sofie?” Trina boasted. She turned around. “It’s a limited edition designer gown. It’s so expensive. Maybe your Mommy, she couldn’t buy something like this even if she pawned her soul.”

The surroundings fell silent. Everyone was waiting for the child’s answer.

Sofie suddenly spoke loudly and innocently.

“Designer gown?” Sofie asked while frowning. “But Auntie… why are you wearing our curtain?”

“H-Ha?” Trina was stunned. “What curtain? It’s Gucci!”

“No!” Sofie replied, pointing at the gown. “Mommy, look at that! That’s the old curtain in the warehouse that I cut up last week to make clothes for our dog! Why is Auntie wearing it? Did she steal it from the dog?”

The guests looked at each other. They noticed the fabric. Yes! The texture, the pattern… it really looks like an expensive curtain that was just sewn to look like a gown!

“Yes, no!” whispered a guest. “That’s why the seam on the hem is uneven!”

Trina turned pale. She looked at Dave. “Dave! Is it true?!”

Dave blushed in embarrassment. “Ah… eh… Because Babe… I ran out of budget so I just had the tailor on the corner make it… He said the fabric looked designer…”

“WHAT?!” Trina squealed. “You made me wear curtains?! And your ex-wife’s curtains?!”

The whole party burst into laughter. Trina’s social image collapsed in an instant.

“You’re so fat, Dave!” Trina shouted, slapping Dave. She ran out of the venue while pulling at her “gown” curtain which she had stepped on so it tore! KRRRRK!

I went over to Sofie and hugged her.

“Good job, son,” I whispered while holding back my laughter.

“It’s true,” Sofie winked. “It even smells like dust.”

Dave left, bowed and embarrassed, while Sofie, me, and the guests continued the party full of laughter and joy.

THE END.