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Aug 6, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Parents Tried to Hijack My Wedding… So I Outsmarted Them | Storis For U My parents never treated me like part of the family. From childhood favoritism to straight-up gaslighting, I was always the afterthought… until my wedding day. In this storytime, I reveal how years of being the scapegoat led me to plan the most epic revenge at the one event they couldn’t ruin—my wedding. They tried to make it all about my brother (the golden child, of course), even demanding he walk down the aisle before me. But what they didn’t know? We were ten steps ahead. With voice recordings, secret plans, and a security guard at the door, we took control of the narrative… and gave them a day they’ll never forget. 🎥 Buckle in for drama, justice, and the most satisfying ending ever. 💬 Tell me in the comments: What would you have done?
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host. My parents never loved me. Well,
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that's not entirely true. They loved my
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brother and I was just a bonus. The kind
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of bonus you get with a combo meal that
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you don't really want but have to pay
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for anyway. Growing up, I had two sets
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of rules. One for my brother and one for
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me. And let me tell you, they were not
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created equal. Quick cut to a shot of a
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family photo with one child's face
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blurred out. Today I'm finally sharing
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how I got my revenge at my own wedding.
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And trust me, it was a long time coming.
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Music fades as the tone shifts to be
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more intimate and serious.
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The golden child and the scapegoat. From
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the moment I was born, my brother, let's
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call him Moski, was the son my parents
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orbited. And I I was the asteroid just
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floating around, occasionally getting in
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the way. All Moski had to do was say the
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words. Lily did it, and I was done for.
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It didn't matter what I was doing, where
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I was, or even if I was in a different
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zip code. The punishment was swift and
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brutal. I remember when I was seven, he
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told them I'd broken one of his model
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airplanes. I'd been at a friend's house
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all afternoon, but that didn't matter. I
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was sent to my room without dinner, no
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questions asked. Cut to a simple
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handdrawn animation of a small girl with
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a sad face looking out a window as a
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meal is being eaten in the background.
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And if Moski did something wrong, I'd
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still get punished. If I caught him
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red-handed, I was the one who got in
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trouble for not minding my own business.
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Even my own celebrations were hijacked.
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my high school graduation dinner. They
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took us to Mosky's favorite seafood
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restaurant despite knowing I was
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allergic to shellfish. My dad, without a
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hint of irony, told me, "You can order a
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salad." For a long time, I just wanted
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to be ignored. But as we got older, his
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entitled behavior evolved into something
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far more sinister.
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I became his personal punching bag,
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covered in bruises from his random acts
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of aggression. The tables turn, or so I
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thought. Everything changed in middle
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school. Mosski's friends gradually
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disappeared. They either moved away or
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more likely finally realized what a
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nightmare he was.
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He became a social outcast, a fact I
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only discovered because we went to the
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same school. I, on the other hand, was
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generally well-liked. I wasn't the most
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popular kid, but I had genuine friends.
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Cut to a photo of the host with her
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friends laughing.
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This difference made me an even bigger
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target. He started making up elaborate
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stories to get me grounded. My parents
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would parrot his lines, saying things
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like, "Why can't you be happy staying
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home like your brother?" And if I dared
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to defend myself, they'd hit me with,
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"He's older and knows better." My only
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saving grace was my cousins.
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They were my lifeline.
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My only connection to a world where I
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wasn't just my brother's punching bag.
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One day, I finally spilled the truth to
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them. I told them my parents had banned
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me from having friends because Moski
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couldn't keep any. That comment spread
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through my extended family like
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wildfire. A graphic of a phone with text
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messages and a gossip icon flashes on
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screen. My aunt Sarah confronted my mom
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and I got grounded for weeks for lying.
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But something had shifted. The damage to
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their perfect family image couldn't be
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reversed. And because everyone now knew
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about his social failures, my parents
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pulled Moski out of that school and put
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him in a more expensive one. Still, he
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never forgave me for exposing him. If
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anything, his mistreatment intensified,
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and it wasn't just him anymore. He and
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his new friends would come over and
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bully me together. My mom would just
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smile indulgently, saying, "Boys will be
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boys, sweetie. They're just having fun.
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The boyfriend test and a revelation.
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Things stayed the same until I turned 16
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and got my first boyfriend, Tyler. My
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parents, in a rare show of interest,
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insisted on meeting him. My dad said,
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"We have to make sure he's good enough
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for our little girl." I was skeptical,
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but Tyler wanted to meet them, so I gave
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in. That's when I found out how truly
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depraved my brother was.
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My boyfriend found me in a panic and
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whispered, "I don't want to freak you
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out, but your brother just hit on me."
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He said I was wasting my time with you
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and that he could show me a better time.
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He like touched my arm and winked.
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The host looks genuinely shocked and a
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little disgusted. My brother had told my
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parents a completely different story,
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claiming Tyler had made inappropriate
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advances toward him. My parents, of
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course, believed him without question.
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My father pounded the table, screaming.
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Are you calling your brother a liar? He
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was in tears, Lily. Tears. The thing is,
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I believed Tyler instantly. Moski was
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not the cat he thought he was. My
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parents and brother were all
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significantly overweight, a result of my
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parents showing love through excessive
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food. Moski especially was pampered. I,
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on the other hand, was naturally thin,
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partly because food deprivation was a
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common punishment.
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Considering my brother's entitled
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attitude and awful behavior, even my
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insecure teenage self, couldn't imagine
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my boyfriend would risk our relationship
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for someone like him. My parents banned
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me from seeing Tyler. This exact same
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scenario happened with my next
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boyfriend. When I pointed out the
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pattern, my parents decided I just had
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terrible judgment in men and kept
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choosing predatory boys. So, I gave up
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on high school relationships.
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My brother, meanwhile, proudly paraded
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around his one and only boyfriend, whom
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my parents treated like royalty.
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But when that guy suddenly stopped
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coming around, the narrative immediately
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shifted to him being a manipulative jerk
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who took advantage of my poor brother.
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The escape plan. The double standards
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continued in every aspect of my life.
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Moski had generous spending money and a
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lenient curfew while I was restricted
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and monitored. When I called them out,
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they'd either deny ever making the age
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argument or claim I simply couldn't be
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trusted like he could. When Moski
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graduated high school, he got into a
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mediocre college with no scholarships or
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honors. My parents threw him an enormous
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celebration, gushing about how proud
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they were. They promised to cover all
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his expenses, including a private
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off-campus apartment. I was secretly
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relieved he'd be moving away, but it
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barely improved my situation since he
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came home most weekends to create new
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problems.
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About a year later, my mom sat me down
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for a serious talk about my own upcoming
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graduation.
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She explained that since they were
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funding Mosky's education, they couldn't
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afford mine. She suggested I get a job,
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and if I wanted to continue living at
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home, I'd have to pay rent and
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utilities.
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"We just want you to learn
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responsibility," she said with that fake
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concerned expression she perfected.
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Moski is pursuing higher education, but
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you've always been more practically
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minded.
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The host shakes her head with a rise
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smile. They had no idea what my grades
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were. They never believed in my
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abilities anyway.
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So, I just calmly responded, "Okay."
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She seemed shocked by my lack of
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reaction, probably hoping I'd throw a
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tantrum so they could justify never
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supporting me.
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The truth is, I never expected their
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help. I'd been secretly preparing for
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college independently, using all those
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lonely hours at home to study
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relentlessly.
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College was my only escape route. My
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guidance counselor, Mrs. Peterson,
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helped me navigate applications and
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scholarships without my parents
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involvement.
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When graduation approached, I secured a
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full academic scholarship to a solid
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state university.
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Knowing my brother would try to sabotage
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it, I announced my acceptance on social
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media simultaneously with telling them
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in person. A screenshot of a positive
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Facebook post about getting a
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scholarship is shown on screen.
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Initially, they seemed proud and boasted
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about it, but then Moski got to them and
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they started asking if I was sure I
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wanted to go, claiming Moski was
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struggling academically and since he had
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better judgment, I would obviously fail
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miserably.
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I stood my ground and they reluctantly
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accepted they couldn't stop me without
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looking terrible to everyone who had
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congratulated me online. College became
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my salvation.
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The husband and the plan. My story truly
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gets interesting when I met my husband,
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let's call him Ian, during my junior
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year of college. He sat next to me in
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economics class on the first day and his
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quick wit and confidence immediately
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impressed me.
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He was my complete opposite in handling
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conflict.
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Where I'm non-confrontational,
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he's strategic and calm. A split screen
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of the host looking stressed and a man
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looking calm and thoughtful appears. He
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was the first person I truly opened up
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to about my family. When I described my
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childhood, he said something that hit me
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like a revelation. That's not normal.
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That's abuse, Lily. You deserve better.
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When we decided to get married, we
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agreed on a modest ceremony since we
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wanted to splurge on a dream European
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honeymoon.
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We decided to hold the wedding in my
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hometown, and after sending out
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engagement announcements, my parents
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demanded to meet Ian. The host grins
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mischievously.
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My husband was practically giddy with
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anticipation.
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He'd heard so many stories about my
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family's treatment of me that he was
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ready for a fight. He even purchased a
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high-quality voice recorder to secretly
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document whatever nonsense they might
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try. He went alone despite my
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reservations. He came back absolutely
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ecstatic.
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Babe, you won't believe what they
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proposed. We can absolutely destroy them
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with this. According to the recording,
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my parents and Moski had offered to
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contribute financially to our wedding on
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one outrageous condition.
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Moski would walk down the aisle before
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me wearing a tuxedo identical to Ian's,
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be featured prominently in the wedding
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photos, and have his own special cake.
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My mom's voice on the recording. We're
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willing to help with the wedding costs,
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but Moski has always dreamed of being in
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a wedding. My dad's voice. It's not
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proper for a younger sibling to marry
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first, so this would give him the
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experience he deserves. And Moskis, I've
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even picked out the tux I want. It
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should match yours exactly so we look
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like a matched set in photos. My
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husband, in his calm, strategic way,
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knew exactly what to do. He told them he
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would need to test the waters with me,
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but that he personally saw no issue.
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Then he suggested they surprise me on
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the wedding day since I hate
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confrontation.
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He cleverly used their own accusations
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against me, convincing them that I
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checked his phone and monitored his
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communication.
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It's just easier if we keep this
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arrangement verbal. He said on the
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recording. She'd be devastated if she
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found out before the wedding.
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My mom understandingly said Mosky's ex
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was the same way. So controlling. We
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understand completely.
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Thus began months of elaborate deception
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where my parents and brother thought
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they were manipulating us while we
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milked them for all they were worth. The
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grand finale. We called it back payments
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for emotional damages. A triumphant
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upbeat song starts playing in the
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background. My parents insisted on
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controlling wedding details, but my
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husband would play on my brother's
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insecurities. He'd mention how
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unfortunate it was that we couldn't
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afford the luxury options, and Moski
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would immediately demand my parents
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upgrade us to the most expensive option.
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This continued with the photographer,
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the flowers, the venue, everything. We
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ended up with an extravagant wedding
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that would have been completely beyond
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our means, all funded by my parents.
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On our wedding day, their secret plan
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was for Moski to arrive just as everyone
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was seated. The doors would open. He'd
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walk down the aisle in his identical
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tuxedo, and it would be too late for me
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to object. But we had a plan of our own.
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We hired professional security and
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positioned a large, intimidating guard
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at the door with one specific
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instruction. Do not admit my brother
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under any circumstances. As the bridal
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music began, my dad received a text that
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Moski was almost there. He signaled my
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bridesmaids to start and positioned
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himself to walk me down the aisle. But
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as the doors opened, I appeared. My
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dad's face drained of color. He looked
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utterly shocked to see me. A dramatic
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slow motion shot of the host in her
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wedding dress smiling.
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His phone started ringing. It was Moski,
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my dad mumbled. Something came up and
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abandoned me at the altar to answer it.
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The guests gasped in confusion. My
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father-in-law, who we had prepared for
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this possibility, rushed over and took
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my arm. He said loudly for everyone to
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hear. I'd be honored to walk you down
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the aisle.
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His obvious concern made me smile
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through my tears. The ceremony proceeded
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perfectly. The entire time, people kept
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disappearing and returning with shocked
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expressions, but no one dared tell me
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what had happened. My brother had
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arrived wearing a tuxedo identical to my
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husband's, but our security guard had
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refused him entry. My dad came out and
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threatened to call the police. The guard
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calmly agreed, knowing it would be too
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late to disrupt our ceremony.
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My friend, who was in on the plan,
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arrived and created a scene, loudly
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demanding an explanation.
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My mother joined, followed by curious
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guests, their plan now exposed.
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My husband was summoned outside and
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played his most bewildered expression.
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What are you talking about? Why would I
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want anyone else walking down the aisle
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at my wedding?
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When they insisted he had agreed to it,
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he demanded proof. And of course, there
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was none.
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My brother had a complete meltdown,
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sitting on the ground, crying and
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screaming like a toddler.
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It was supposed to be my day, too. He
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promised me.
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My father reportedly lunged at my
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husband, yelling, "You lying piece of
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garbage. You said she wouldn't make a
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scene." My husband's response was calm.
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"And I find it disturbing that you
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apparently planned to hijack our wedding
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without my fiance's knowledge or
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consent.
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No one at the wedding believed their
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story. They were eventually forced to
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leave with my dad literally dragging my
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screaming brother off the ground.
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The music swells as the host smiles at
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the camera.
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We danced, cut our beautiful cake, and
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soaked in the love from everyone who
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truly cared about us.
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Afterward, my parents and brother
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bombarded me with calls which I ignored.
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My brother eventually sent unhinged text
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messages blaming me and calling my
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husband a two-faced snake.
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My brilliant husband compiled all the
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evidence, screenshots of their
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harassment, call logs, threatening
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messages, and shared it in our extended
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family group chat. He maintained his
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innocence and publicly begged my family
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to help stop the harassment that was
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ruining our honeymoon. And with that, my
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extended family had a come to Jesus
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conversation with my parents.
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While I would have preferred having
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loving family support at my wedding, for
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once in my life, they not only failed to
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ruin something important to me, but I
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actually got my revenge. And it was
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sweeter than any
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