seeing white (part 1)

After a few unsuccessful attempts, my friend is finally pregnant with her first. They threw a coed shower for her today, and as time moves, so do friendships. They have mostly had expat friends rather than local; however, as I look around the room, I did not recognize anyone other than the mutual friend I showed up with. None of those others had even attended or been invited to their wedding two years ago.

It would seem that during her last few years of trying to get pregnant, she may have become a different person. Many of her old friends that I had met through them were intentionally not invited, as she was evasive as to the reason. In a way, my friend and I were an afterthought - we were the only Vietnamese in the apartment as well.

By ways of deduction based on the Law of Attraction, are their current friends a reflection of whom they have become? It is a small apartment and there were perhaps twenty adults and a slew of children. As the mistress of ceremony was trying to get us to break up into two teams for a game, one group in the living room and another in the kitchen, my friend and I found that we were the only two in the kitchen before the father-to-be joined us. When we moved into the living area to one of the sides, one of the other participants commented that I was part of the kitchen team, at which point I responded that I was one of three people so we decided to join the others. 

Prior to that, the mistress of ceremonies had asked us all to move to the living room. Given that there were limited seats, I moved to the perimeter to sit on the floor. One of the other women who was sitting on the dining room chair picked up her chair to move to the living area. She stared at me as I continued to look at her. Without blinking or looking away, she set down her chair right in front of me, turned around and sat down, fully blocking me from the rest of the group. Whether I was the help or an invited guest should be irrelevant to her actions and white priviledge. 

Turns out that she hangs out with my friend and her husband on a weekly basis. I am happy for them that they are on their way to their next milestone of relationship escalator, but am perplexed and sad as to the path that they took to get there. Ironically, although I have not seen her in years and our interactions on WhatsApp are intermittent, in the game of eight questions of how well do you know the parents-to-be, of all the others, I had won with the most correct responses.