My Failed Comedian Mother Mocked My Suicide Attempt At My Engagement Party. I Decided To “Roast” Her In Front Of Her Entire Circle. Did I Go Too Far?

Chapter 7: Luke’s Reaction

Luke called me three times that night, but I let it go to voicemail because I didn’t know how to explain what I’d just done. I sat on my couch staring at my phone lighting up with his name, feeling my stomach twist tighter each time.

When I finally listened to the messages the next morning, his voice sounded worried and confused, asking if I was okay and saying Gina had called him crying about me attacking her in public. The third message said his mom was asking questions and he didn’t know what to tell her.

I felt rage flood back into my chest because of course Gina had already called him. Of course she was spinning this to make herself the victim, just like she always did with everything. She’d probably told him I was cruel and unstable, that I’d humiliated her for no reason, that she was just trying to be a good mother.

I threw my phone across the room and it hit the wall hard enough to leave a mark in the paint.

I met Luke for coffee the next afternoon at the place near his office. Arriving early and ordering something I didn’t drink. He came in looking tired, with dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept much.

We sat down at a corner table and I told him everything that happened at the fake bachelorette party before Gina could twist it any further. I described inviting her comedy friends, setting up the roast, waiting for my turn, and then laying out every horrible thing she’d ever done.

Luke listened without interrupting, his coffee getting cold in front of him, his face getting more serious with each detail. When I finished, he was quiet for a long time, just looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read.

Then he asked if I felt better now that I’d heard her back. The question hit me like a slap. I opened my mouth to say yes, but nothing came out. The truth was I didn’t feel better at all. I felt sick and angry and scared that I was turning into her, that I was becoming someone who hurts people and calls it justice.

Chapter 8: The Wedding in Jeopardy

Luke said his parents were asking if we should postpone the wedding because they were worried about what kind of family drama would happen at the ceremony. Panic rose in my chest so fast it made my hands shake. I’d spent months planning this wedding, picking out flowers, and trying different cakes, and arguing with the venue about table arrangements.

I didn’t want Gina to ruin this too, to take away another important day by making it all about her dysfunction. He told me his mother specifically said she couldn’t handle another public spectacle like the engagement party. That she was still getting questions from relatives about what they’d witnessed.

His dad thought maybe we should wait until things settled down, until my family situation was more stable. The word “stable” made me want to scream because my family had never been stable, would never be stable. If we waited for that, we’d never get married at all.

Chapter 9: Broken

Gina showed up at my apartment two days later without calling first. And when I looked through the peephole, I almost didn’t open the door. She looked genuinely broken in a way I’d never seen. Her hair unwashed and pulled back, wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt instead of her usual attention-grabbing outfits.

I opened the door and she walked in without asking, sitting down on my couch like her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore. She told me that two comedy clubs had uninvited her from their open mics after word spread about what I’d revealed. The Laugh Factory told her they were going in a different direction and the Comedy Store said they were full for the next 6 months.

I felt a flicker of guilt before I remembered her on the floor at my engagement party acting out me collapsing, making sound effects of the heart monitor while Luke’s grandmother clutched her pearls and his business partners exchanged horrified looks.

She admitted that the story about Mr. Randolph was true. That she’d gotten pregnant by her married English teacher when she was 17 and blackmailed him for money until his wife found the letters. She said she’d carried guilt about his death for 27 years. That she still had nightmares about his wife calling her a murderer at the funeral.

She was 17 and stupid and didn’t understand that blackmail could make someone desperate enough to kill themselves. She told me his suicide note mentioned her by name, said she’d ruined his life and his marriage, and she’d kept it hidden in a box under her bed all these years.

I sat there shocked because Gina never admitted to anything, never took responsibility, never showed real remorse that wasn’t just manipulation to get what she wanted. I didn’t know if this was real honesty or just another performance, another way to make herself the victim of her own choices.