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My Sister Tried to Ruin My Wedding… Because I Married a Woman | Reddit Story
Aug 2, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Sister Tried to Ruin My Wedding… Because I Married a Woman | Reddit Story My sister demanded I give her my wedding venue — then tried to sabotage my entire wedding when I refused. Why? Because I was marrying another woman. What followed was a storm of manipulation, homophobia, betrayal, and threats… from my own family. This is the full story of how my sister tried to destroy my wedding, how my parents enabled it, and how love ultimately triumphed over their toxic chaos. 💍 In this emotional and raw storytime, I share: The truth behind my sister’s outrageous demands The painful rejection from my parents The threats we received leading up to our big day And how my wife and I found peace, love, and freedom despite it all
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The knock on my door was sharp,
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insistent, a harbinger of chaos.
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Before I could even ask who it was, my
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sister, Rachel, burst in, her face
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contorted with a furious entitlement I
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knew all too well. She hadn't bothered
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with pleasantries. Her voice, usually a
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sugary whine when she wanted something,
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was now a shrill assault. "You need to
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give me your wedding venue," she
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declared, as if it were a self-evident
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truth. Before I could process the sheer
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audacity of her demand, she launched
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into a tirade.
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My wedding with Lisa was less valuable
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because it was with another woman. It
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would disgrace the family. Her words,
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laced with venom, twisted into something
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even uglier as she attacked Lisa's race.
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"Her kind, are known to cheat," she
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spat, her eyes narrowing. "If she isn't
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now, she will later. You know what
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they're like." I stood there stunned,
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the air thick with her bigotry and
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baseless accusations. How she imagined
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this was a persuasive argument, I'll
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never know. My answer, of course, was a
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resounding no. That single word
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detonated her carefully constructed
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facade. She lunged, trying to brute
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force her way further into my home, but
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I managed to slam the door shut, the
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lock clicking into place with a
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satisfying thud. Her screams echoed
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through the hallway, the Essler hurled
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like a stone.
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She eventually stormed away, but not
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before her parting shot. The venue will
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be hers.
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I knew with a chilling certainty that
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this was far from over. Rachel had
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always been the baby of the family, a
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title she wielded like a weapon. Her
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every whim was indulged, every desire
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fulfilled, usually at someone else's
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expense.
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I remembered the Honda Civic. I'd worked
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two part-time jobs through college,
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meticulously saving every penny for
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months. It was a used car, yes, but it
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was mine, a symbol of my hard one
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independence.
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The day I brought it home, Rachel,
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freshly 18, swarmed it like a vulture.
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She didn't ask, she simply assumed. "My
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car is too cute," she shrieked,
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demanding to take it to the mall that
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very night. I laughed, thinking it was a
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joke. "Rachel didn't." she pouted, arms
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crossed. A petulent child. It's not fair
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that you're the only one who gets to
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drive it, she whined. Since I don't have
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a car yet,
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I tried to explain the concept of
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earning something, of needing it for
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work and school. It was useless.
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She stormed off to our parents, and that
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night, the inevitable talk happened. My
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mother, her voice laced with a
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saccharine sweetness that always
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preceded a demand, explained how sharing
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the car would help them out. When I
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resisted, they offered to pay the
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insurance. Still, I hesitated.
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Then my father chimed in, his voice
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firm, leaving no room for argument.
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"You'll get more opportunities to work
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and save," he said. "Rachel is just
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starting out." And so my car became
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Rachel's car. She treated it like her
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own, rarely offering a thank you. While
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my parents painted me as the selfish one
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for not wanting to share. This was the
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pattern of our lives. A few days after
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Rachel's unhinged visit, my mother
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called, her voice carefully neutral,
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inviting me to dinner. I knew that tone.
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It was a summon to the family court
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where Rachel was always the plaintiff
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and I, the defendant.
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After a painfully awkward meal, my
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mother cleared her throat. the signal
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for the main event.
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"Rachel told us about the venue," she
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began, her eyes carefully avoiding mine.
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She spoke of Rachel and Matt's struggles
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to find a place, how important this big
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step was for them. I nodded, a knot
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forming in my stomach. "Then came the
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blow." Our vineyard would be the perfect
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location for them," she continued, her
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voice gaining conviction, especially
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since it's their first wedding and a
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traditional wedding.
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The words hit me like physical blows.
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"My wedding, my love, my commitment to
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Lisa." It didn't matter as much to them
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because it wasn't between a man and a
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woman. I shouldn't have been surprised.
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My parents had always quietly
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disapproved of my relationship with
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Lisa. Their subtle digs, the passive
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aggressive comments about my lifestyle
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choices had always been there, a
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constant hum beneath the surface. But
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now they were openly telling me that
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Rachel's traditional wedding was more
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important than mine. "Lisa and I picked
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out that venue a year ago," I said, my
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voice tight with suppressed fury. "We've
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been planning our entire wedding around
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that vineyard. We're not giving it up."
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My mother sighed dramatically. My father
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shook his head in disappointment.
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You should let Rachel have her moment,"
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my mom insisted. I stared at them,
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disbelief waring with a searing anger. I
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laid my silverware down, the clatter
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echoing in the tense silence. "I am not
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giving up the venue," I stated, my voice
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firm. "If Rachel wants a vineyard, she
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can find another one." They looked at me
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as if I had sprouted a second head.
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My mother with breathtaking audacity
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said, "Just think about it, okay?" I
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didn't need to think about it. I walked
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out that night, knowing with absolute
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certainty that they would never see my
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wedding as important. But I wasn't going
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to let them ruin it for me. Days later,
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the phone call came. It was our wedding
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planner. Her voice a frantic whisper.
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"Did you cancel the venue?" My heart
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plummeted. "Of course not," I cried.
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She then told me someone had called,
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pretending to be me, and canceled our
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booking. A surge of white-hot anger
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consumed me. There was only one person
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petty enough, cruel enough to pull such
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a stunt. I hung up and immediately
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called Rachel. She picked up on the
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second ring, her voice sickeningly
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sweet. I asked her if she'd canceled our
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wedding venue. She didn't even try to
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deny it. "You didn't need it anyway,"
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she chirped. I told her she had
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committed fraud, that we couldn't get
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our deposit back. She laughed, a cold,
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mocking sound.
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It was just a harmless prank, she said.
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Since you forced me to find another
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venue, you should be able to find one,
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too. I was so enraged I couldn't speak.
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I hung up. Thankfully, the people at the
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vineyard were understanding, and we
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managed to reinstate our booking.
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But the damage was done.
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I called Rachel back. my voice shaking
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with fury.
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"I've had enough of your crap," I told
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her. "You're uninvited from our
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wedding."
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She feigned shock, claiming it was just
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a joke. I cut her off. "That's it. Don't
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you dare pull any more tricks like
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this." Then the parental onslaught
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began. Voicemails piled up, each one a
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fresh wave of gaslighting. I was
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overreacting. It was just a joke. I
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needed to apologize to Rachel for
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blowing it out of proportion.
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My mother even had the nerve to text me
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that I was making the family look bad.
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Lisa, bless her, was my anchor,
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reminding me that this was our day and
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no one was going to ruin it. But I was
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so consumed by rage, wedding planning
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became a blur. A few days later, just as
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I thought the storm had passed, my phone
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buzzed. It was my cousin Leah, one of
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the few family members I genuinely
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liked. Her voice was hesitant.
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I don't want to get involved, she began.
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But I think you should know what's being
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said.
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Rachel, she explained, was on a smear
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campaign telling everyone I was selfish
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and dramatic, that I had uninvited her
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because I was jealous that her
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traditional marriage was the one our
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family truly cared about.
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Rachel hadn't mentioned her attempt to
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steal our venue or her homophobic slurs.
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Leah believed me, but she warned me
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about our family's tendency to side with
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Rachel, the baby.
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Some relatives, she said, were even
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reconsidering attending my wedding, not
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wanting to pick sides. Then the threats
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began. Lisa started receiving anonymous
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texts. If this wedding goes forward,
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there will be consequences, and you
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don't want to know what'll happen if you
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don't cancel it. My heart pounded. Lisa
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was terrified, and so was I. We reported
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the messages to the police and hired
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extra security for the wedding. We would
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not be bullied. A week before the
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wedding, Rachel and my mom showed up at
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my house, banging on the door. I should
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have known better than to let them in.
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But I wanted to avoid a scene on my
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front porch. They wasted no time. My
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mother looked me dead in the eye. "You
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need to cancel this wedding," she said,
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her voice cold and hard. "It's
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embarrassing for the family. Do you
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really want people to know you're having
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a lesbian wedding?" "Do you know what
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that's going to do to our reputation?" I
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stared at her, utterly a gasast. my own
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mother in my own living room telling me
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my marriage was an embarrassment.
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I'm not canceling anything, I told her,
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my voice shaking with fury. If you're
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ashamed of me, that's on you. You don't
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have to come to the wedding if you're
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going to cause drama.
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I only want people who fully support me
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and Lisa there, especially after the
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threats we've received.
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My mother exploded, screaming about how
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ungrateful I was, how I was ruining
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Rachel's life, how I was making the
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whole family look bad.
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Rachel just stood there soaking it all
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in, clearly reveling in the chaos. But I
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didn't care anymore. I kicked them out
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of my house.
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You're not welcome at the wedding, I
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told them. And that was that. The
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wedding day finally arrived. Lisa and I
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were nervous but overwhelmingly excited.
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Security was tight and thankfully no one
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dared to crash. Our closest friends, the
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few extended family members who
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genuinely supported us and our chosen
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family gathered to celebrate. It was
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beautiful. We exchanged vows and for a
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moment all the drama, all the pain faded
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away. It was perfect.
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But during the reception, a cousin
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pulled me aside, her phone in hand. On
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the screen was a live video Rachel had
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posted that morning. She wasn't at our
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vineyard. She was at the courthouse
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getting married. It hit me then. Rachel
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had eloped. She never wanted the
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vineyard. She just wanted to ruin my
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wedding. After her hasty elopement, she
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tried to throw a last minute reception
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at my parents house. Hardly anyone
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showed up. Even most of the extended
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family thought she had gone too far and
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wanted nothing to do with her drama. It
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was a bitter pill to swallow. But in the
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end, Lisa and I had the wedding of our
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dreams. And now, a few months later,
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I've cut off contact with my parents and
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Rachel.
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They still try to reach out, acting as
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if I'm the one who overreacted, but I'm
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done with their toxic behavior. As for
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Lisa and me, we're happier than ever,
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building our life together, surrounded
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by people who truly love and support us
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for exactly who we