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Input: Hi Reddit,

So let me start by saying that my fiancee and I are engaged, and have been since like mid-November. We're getting set up to have our wedding in July. We just sent out our save-the-dates a couple of weeks ago, and my mother did not make the list of people we've sent these to.

I've had a pretty rocky relationship with my mom for most of my life. When I was growing up I never really has a concept of what it was to be a good mother and what it meant to be selfish and a mother who seems to have dulled motherly instincts. The man I grew up with around was not my biological father, rather a step dad, and I had really only known him to be my dad as my biological parents separated when I was two years old. My step dad was not really a nice guy and often acted out with his anger; nothing too severe that I know of, but when I wouldn't do chores, or talked back, I would often find myself getting whipped with a belt. I also chew my fingernails, for as long as I remember, I still do today. Back then, my parents tried to take action and would buy this weird formula from the store that you could put on your nails that put a horrible taste in your mouth, obviously to deter you from chewing your nails further. My step dad realized this was ineffective to me, I still would bite them, and I still remember him pinning me to the ground and basically dumping the remnants of the bottle into my mouth (though it was somewhat of a struggle so some on my face as well). I'm not sure to what extent my mom knows of these events, but nonetheless, the two of them got divorced when I was 10 I think. Needless to say, it was a pretty scarring event.

I went to go live with my grandparents briefly who snowbird in Phoenix where we lived, while the dust settled and my parents sold the house and my mom got a new living situation set up. During this time my grandparents were going to take me on a road trip to go meet my real dad and my half-sister for the first time that I would remember; I used to live with them when my real parents were still married, but I don't have any memories from that age. I don't remember any event that took place that I wasn't allowed to go with them, but I still remember the hype for that trip vividly... it wasn't until I visited my grandparents over New Year's that I brought it up with my grandma, and I asked her why that trip never happened. She explained that it was because my mom simply didn't trust them to take me. She also pointed out that my mom was selfish and pointed out that the houses we lived in, my mom splurged on nice furniture -- a new living room set, a new master bedroom set, new dining room set, the whole shebang. My room was a bed, a thrift store particle board side table, and a Target TV stand in the closet.

Anyway, I ended up living with my mom and would occasionally spend time at my step-dad's apartment. I think for a time my step-dad and my mom would try to work things out until they couldn't. I just realized one day I hadn't seen him in a while, and I never saw him again.

Things were fine for a while, I had changed schools due to those events numerous times as my mom moved around trying to get settled. I was happy, we went on vacations and I had friends and was comfortable where we were.

My mother then started seeing this guy who quite clearly had bad habits. He would bring over some his friends (whom I remember being homeless, I'm not sure if this is true or not) when my mom wasn't home and drove a shitty old white van and had his hair slicked back and must've been Italian or something, he was a real greaseball. His name was Robert. I never liked him, he occasionally made an effort to get my involved with his handyman business he would try to start up and make jokes and stuff. But I hated him, he was so off-putting and strange.

A breaking point came one day when I was in our office playing Roblox (this was 2007, I was such a pioneer) while I was on the phone with my grandma. I had my own cell phone and was charging it while on the phone, and I heard Robert come home with one of his friends, so I closed and locked the door to the office and kept doing my thing. He then knocked on the door and tried to come in, asking from the other side if I had a phone charger. I said yeah but I was using it, and he then proceeded to try and actually break down the door after I said I wasn't giving it up. I heard banging and yelling and he just couldn't get in, and my grandma was still on the phone and caught on. She was in Idaho at the time and called the local police from where she was at and had a unit dispatched. They showed up and my mom came home early after my grandma contacted her as well. I opened the door once things calmed down and the police arrived and there was a flathead screwdriver sticking out of the door frame like he was trying to break it off and get into the room. He was arrested that night and spent the night in jail obviously for a domestic dispute. I remember another time my mom had me call the police too because he was acting out, presumably because he was high as a kite. 

A couple of days later, I woke up early one morning to Robert telling me to pack some stuff up, I was going to live with my grandparents. It was before school time and I remember he brought me to my mom's place of employment to say goodbye (she worked nights as a nursing home). I had never been told I'd be leaving until that morning. It was an emotional temporary goodbye.

A month or so goes by, and I'm attending a new school, and I'm meeting my dad and half-sister for the first time I'd remember. Obviously this got my nerves going a bit. Details here don't matter as much, I just continued my life somewhere new. I didn't keep in touch with my mom for a while, I didn't call or anything as it was sooo touchy. Eventually she decided she would come up to Idaho and start a new life up here. She actually did, and got her a nice house for rent a couple doors down from my grandparents. I was super excited.

And then my mom decided she didn't want to live in Idaho, and moved back to Arizona, and I stayed there while she could set life up. I went back and lived with my grandparents again, and while there, she and Robert got married. That's what I lost touch with her for years.

Life happened and I then lived with my dad and step-sister in Minnesota. I don't remember how but I got her address and wrote letters -- we did this for quite some time. In the letters she said her and Robert had gotten a divorce. I had let go of some of my extreme bitterness when I read this, and she brought up a point that still sticks with me - she said there's no handbook of how to be a good parent. She also explained that she thought it was in my best interest to live with my grandparents, which I couldn't argue. To this day, I can't tell if she was actually meaning what she said, or if she was just being selfish so she could get married to a piece of shit.

We stayed in sparse contact for a long time, and eventually I went down to visit her. I found out she was living with this woman, and while it was never explicitly said, I believe they were romantic. I didn't care really, while she was kinda weird she was nice, and I don't care what you're into, as long as you're happy. I had a good time with them and went back home. 

She then separated from her and met this guy named Peter who is in his 80s (my mom is in her 50s) and it's definitely suspiciously like a gold-digger situation. He's nice, albeit weird and has some Puerto Rican values about him which just rub me the wrong way, but whatever. My mom seems truly happy for the first time I've seen her. I visited her once and had the opportunity to meet Peter before I got to know my now fiancee, so I knew what to expect when we went down there. Their house is horribly cluttered, which I believe is Peter's doing -- it's almost on the scale of hoarding. Entire rooms in their house full of boxes and paperwork and irrelevant garbage. I warned my fiancee of this before we visited.

The time we spent with them was a *disaster*. Our relationship was going through some heavy shit at the time and weighed on us the entire time. I failed to communicate with my mom we would be spending a couple nights in a hotel close by since I knew the state of their house and I wanted us to have some privacy, and my mom and her husband went batshit over this, getting offended and didn't understand why we'd want a hotel room when they have a room for us. This room had a tooon of boxes in it, pictures of Peter's ex-wife, all sorts of weird shit.

We then decided to spend most of the time exploring the state. My mom tried to insert herself into my vacation and just wouldn't take no for an answer, she wanted us to leave our rental car at her house the rest of vacation to go to destinations her and Peter wanted to visit (which I was annoyed about mostly because I paid a premium for a Mustang convertible rental -- imagine how much it costs to rent that to a 21 year old!) but we finally communicated to them we would just like to explore by ourselves. When it came to say goodbye, she was bitter we didn't spend more time with them and literally scolded me like a child that I don't call or text her enough -- bear in mind she doesn't make the effort to do these things either. It was an extremely awkward and unpleasant experience for me, let alone at the time for my fiancee. She also made abundantly clear she wanted to be invited to our wedding.

Well, now we're getting married, and I had nothing but sour feelings for my mother. My fiancee has told me she doesn't want me to regret not inviting her but I think the regret of inviting her would greatly outweigh the regret of not doing so. My family does not like her at all and I feel it would ruin their experience. I can see her scolding

not wanting to invite my mom to my wedding