1 day before my sister’s wedding, she texted: “You’re out of my wedding—only real family belongs here.” I replied: “Good. Real family can pay for the venue themselves.”

eight years of evidence supporting her.

She simply didn’t know what had changed.

She didn’t know about Brandon’s four-month affair.

Or the parking lot.

Or the twelve people laughing at me in a group chat.

She didn’t know the person who always came back had finally run out of reasons.

By eight, Diane was already shaping the story.

She posted in the extended family group chat that I was being dramatic because I had been excluded from a few wedding decisions.

Everyone should leave me alone until I calmed down.