My mother announced she wouldn’t attend my wedding as casually as if she were turning down an ordinary dinner invitation.
“Your brother’s wedding is the family’s priority, Claire. We can’t make yours.”
Sitting across from her at the kitchen table, I glanced at my engagement ring shimmering in the afternoon light.
“You’re not coming?”
“Evan’s wedding is three weeks after yours,” she replied impatiently. “There are rehearsals, fittings, decorations. Brooke’s family expects everything to be perfect.”
“And mine doesn’t matter?”
Mom exhaled wearily.
“Don’t make this another competition. Your brother is marrying into a very successful family. This wedding could open important doors for him.”
Dad continued looking through his phone, seemingly uninterested in our conversation.
Then Mom offered another insult disguised as thoughtful advice.
“Besides, you and Daniel are keeping things small. Some little mountain ceremony, right? It’s not exactly a major event.”
I maintained my smile.
“That’s okay.”
She visibly relaxed, unaware that my simple response marked a permanent change in our relationship.
Throughout childhood, Evan had been the one my parents considered worth investing in.
They paid for his baseball gear, expensive private college education, and unsuccessful business ventures.
I was expected to be the understanding daughter who accepted whatever resources or attention remained.
When I graduated with honors, my parents skipped the ceremony to attend Evan’s networking event.
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