So why did I invite Heather to the wedding in the first place?
Trust me, it wasn’t out of the goodness of my heart; family politics, man, can be more convoluted than a soap opera.
In my family, not inviting Heather would have stirred up more drama than her actual presence. It’s like those situations where you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Besides, there was my dad to consider. My relationship with him has always been… let’s just say complicated.
If I hadn’t invited Heather and her mom, it would’ve put him in a really tough spot.
But deep down, in that little corner of your heart where the uncomfortable truths live, I knew he wouldn’t choose me. He hadn’t chosen me many times over the years.
This realization kind of stung, but it was also freeing in a way. It made me see the whole situation from a distance.
Like, why keep straining for someone’s approval when all it does is drag you down?
That’s why, after the wedding, I decided it was time to step back, to cut off from trying so hard with Heather and her side of the family. It wasn’t about being vindictive—it was about finding peace.
Do you think I did the right thing by choosing to outplay Heather at my wedding? Or should I have just let her roll up in her crystal-encrusted dress and overshadow my big day without making a fuss?
What would you have done in my shoes?
