So imagine my surprise when I was scrolling through Instagram and there they were, piled into a restaurant booth and beaming - without me. My heart sank through the floor.
I spent hours - no, days - obsessing over why I was excluded. Did I try too hard? Had I accidentally offended someone? Did they chat ahead of time about whether or not to invite me?
It's not lost on me that all the women at the dinner I attended - myself included - are moms. We spend so much time worrying about when are kids are old enough to use social media and stumble across pictures from parties they weren't invited to. And yet we do it to each other.
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