My cousin got married last month. And he didn't invite me. And I have to tell them the whole story because what hurts me the most isn't that I didn't go. That's what I found out afterwards.
Andrea and I grew up like sisters. Our parents are brothers and we lived on the same block. Every summer vacation, every Christmas, every birthday. We were inseparable for 25 years.
When we moved cities, we stayed close. Phone calls every week. Visits when we could. We were each other's godparents at our children's christening.
When she got engaged, I was one of the first to know. She called me crying of excitement. She told me I was going to be her maid of honor. That she wouldn't get married if I wasn't there.
He told me that in February.
In June, he called me further away. He told me they were "adjusting the list" because "the salon was boy."
Found out on Facebook in August that she got married. By photos. From her other cousins. With her in white dress
I never got an invite.
I cried all day long. I called my mom. I asked her if she knew anything. She told me no.
The next day, I geared up and wrote to Andrea. I asked him directly what had happened.
took three days to reply me
She told me she was sorry. Which had been her husband's decision. That he didn't want me there because he "fattened" from the time he met me at dinner two years ago.
One time. I had only seen that man once. And that's why I was kicked out of the wedding.
But what broke me was what he said afterwards.
She told me she "hadn't fought" because she didn't want to start her marriage arguing. She would rather "sacrifice" my invitation than fight with her new husband.
Stared at the message for like 20 minutes.
25 years of friendship. Of brotherhood. To be there through it all.
Sacrificed. Not to argue with a man who only had a year knowing her.
I disputed him. I told her I understand I wished him the best. And don't look for me again.
Never again.
My aunt Andrea's mom called me two weeks later crying. Telling me Andrea was devastated. May I forgive him. Who was "young and dumb."
I told my aunt with all due respect that Andrea was 32 years old, she wasn't young and if she had been dumb, it was time for her to pay the consequences.
Two days ago I found out Andrea is already having problems with that husband. That hit him. Let him control her. He already stopped talking to more than half of the family.
And they know what... a part of me is happy. Sorry if it sounds ugly. But it's the truth.
The other part the part he loves her like a sister he wants to run and hug her.
But I won't do it. Because when I needed her, she chose a man she barely knew. And sometimes decisions have consequences.
When we moved cities, we stayed close. Phone calls every week. Visits when we could. We were each other's godparents at our children's christening.
When she got engaged, I was one of the first to know. She called me crying of excitement. She told me I was going to be her maid of honor. That she wouldn't get married if I wasn't there.
He told me that in February.
In June, he called me further away. He told me they were "adjusting the list" because "the salon was boy."
Found out on Facebook in August that she got married. By photos. From her other cousins. With her in white dress
I never got an invite.
I cried all day long. I called my mom. I asked her if she knew anything. She told me no.
The next day, I geared up and wrote to Andrea. I asked him directly what had happened.
took three days to reply me
She told me she was sorry. Which had been her husband's decision. That he didn't want me there because he "fattened" from the time he met me at dinner two years ago.
One time. I had only seen that man once. And that's why I was kicked out of the wedding.
But what broke me was what he said afterwards.
She told me she "hadn't fought" because she didn't want to start her marriage arguing. She would rather "sacrifice" my invitation than fight with her new husband.
Stared at the message for like 20 minutes.
25 years of friendship. Of brotherhood. To be there through it all.
Sacrificed. Not to argue with a man who only had a year knowing her.
I disputed him. I told her I understand I wished him the best. And don't look for me again.
Never again.
My aunt Andrea's mom called me two weeks later crying. Telling me Andrea was devastated. May I forgive him. Who was "young and dumb."
I told my aunt with all due respect that Andrea was 32 years old, she wasn't young and if she had been dumb, it was time for her to pay the consequences.
Two days ago I found out Andrea is already having problems with that husband. That hit him. Let him control her. He already stopped talking to more than half of the family.
And they know what... a part of me is happy. Sorry if it sounds ugly. But it's the truth.
The other part the part he loves her like a sister he wants to run and hug her.
But I won't do it. Because when I needed her, she chose a man she barely knew. And sometimes decisions have consequences.
