I stared at the wedding invitation in my hands, the elegant cursive mocking me. Bobby & Claire invite you to celebrate their wedding. Just me. No “plus one.” No Julia.
At first, I thought it was a mistake. Julia and I had been together for three years. She wasn’t just my girlfriend—she was part of our group.
She’d been there for every road trip, every drunken late-night debate, every birthday celebration. When Bobby and Claire got engaged, she was just as excited as I was. So why was I the only one expected to show up alone?
I scrolled through our group chat, my stomach tightening as the guys talked about what their girlfriends were wearing, about getting couple’s photos taken at the venue. I kept waiting for someone to say, “Wait, wasn’t Julia invited?” But no one did. I finally texted Bobby.
Hey man, weird question, but did Julia’s invite get lost or something?
The three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.
Then finally:
Hey.
Uh. Can we talk later? I stared at the message, my heartbeat drumming in my ears.
That was a no. Not a mistake. Not an oversight. A deliberate choice.
I wasn’t the kind of guy to start drama over wedding guest lists, but this?
This wasn’t just any wedding. This was my best friend’s wedding. I called him.
“Hey, what’s up?” Bobby answered, sounding too casual. “Dude, what’s going on? Why wasn’t Julia invited?”
Silence.
Then, he exhaled, like he’d been dreading this. “It’s complicated, man.”
“Try me.”
Another pause. Then, in a lower voice, he said, “Claire’s parents.
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