Hello all,
Thank you all so much for your prayers and advice. You all were so very thoughtful in your responses, and I truly appreciate it. I also wanted to tell you how the ball went.
Unfortunately, it was pretty bad…I’m not going to lie. On the morning of the ball (Saturday), I got a text saying that John was sick and would be unable to attend. My friend said that her father would be going instead. I was furious, because yet again, no one bothered to ask me if this would be an okay thing to do. It was supposed to be an event for the two of us to attend, but they kept on expanding on it without even asking how I felt.
My saint of a father (and I mean every word of it) offered to go as my escort so I would not feel awkward with my friend and her father. That aspect of the ball was fabulous; I got to dance with the most wonderful, loving man in the world who I am blessed to call my dad. He has had so many physical problems, but he still made sure to participate to the best of his ability.
My friend’s father is incredibly arrogant; this was something that I always suspected, and my suspicions were confirmed this weekend. He would not engage my father in conversation at all as much as my dad tried. I think this is what bothered me the most, because my father is such a good person and I know he felt terrible.
At about 11:00pm, my father’s back started to really hurt and he asked if we could leave (the ball was almost over anyway). They said that would be fine (mind you, WE were their ride) and they would be out in the car in a minute. Well, they weren’t. They stayed inside and mingled and continued to dance. I had to go in a second time and remind them of my father’s pain.
When my friend’s dad got in the car, he slammed the door. The conversation on the way home was solely between his daughter and himself…they did not bother to ask if we had a good time. I could not believe how rude they were!
To top it off, the ball was at a venue that is attached to a bar, and my friend and I were approached by a guy and his wife who were interested in our event. The guy looks at us and says, “You two look great.” And then turns to my friend and said, “Especially you.”

There goes all the self-esteem my family has been trying to build up in me over the past several months. I already feel as ugly as sin, and have been treated terribly by so many guys…I did not need that on top of everything else that happened that evening. Talk about wanting to crawl in a hole and die.
Then his wife walked over to me (she was completely plastered) and lifted up my skirt, trying to illustrate something about how it is difficult to sit down in a hoop. I wanted to haul off and sock her in the jaw so badly, but I was thankfully able to contain myself.
And to end the evening with a final bang (quite literally), I slammed my head really hard on the coat hook of the bathroom stall door and had a splitting headache for the rest of the night.
It was a great evening.