I Deliberately Refused to Invite My Sister to My Wedding Because Of What She Did to Me

I have been dating my husband since I was in 7th grade. My younger sister has never liked our relationship and often teased us. We fought a lot while growing up, mainly because she would purposely annoy me, knowing that I have anger issues. I would often get mad and react harshly towards her. She has always been the type of person who relentlessly annoys you, and ignoring her only makes it worse.

Talking to our parents didn’t help either. She would do everything possible to ruin things for me. I used to tell her that I would exclude her from my life once I had the chance, and she would regret it when it was too late.

I know it may sound petty, but she truly made my life miserable. People thought I was overreacting, and she would laugh while I was freaking out. When my boyfriend got his own apartment, I moved in with him, contributing what I could from the money I earned by selling art and from a summer job. I completely cut off contact with my sister, and it felt amazing to be free of her.

Recently, my boyfriend and I got married. He proposed to me on the same bridge where we had our first kiss. We planned the wedding together, and when it came to inviting guests, he asked if I planned on inviting my sister. He knew about our strained relationship and didn’t like my sister either. I decided not to invite her because she didn’t deserve to be there after everything she put me through.

A week before the wedding, my mother called and asked why my sister hadn’t received an invitation. I explained that I didn’t want her there because of how she treated me. My mother was furious and always favored my sister, but I didn’t expect her reaction to be so extreme.

She yelled at me, called me selfish, and said I was lucky to even have a sister in my life. I was shocked and didn’t know how to respond. After she finished yelling, she hung up on me and wouldn’t answer my calls. I was exhausted by everything and didn’t try to pursue it further.

On the day of the wedding, we were getting everything ready. My best friend, who I’ve known since I was two, was there helping me and making sure everything was perfect. As I walked down the aisle, I realized that my family wasn’t there—neither my mother, stepfather, nor my younger sisters. It hurt, but I wasn’t surprised given how things had unfolded a week earlier.