Weddings are often seen as a celebration of love and unity, but they can also bring up old problems that haven’t been solved. And that’s exactly what happened in the story today.

She told us what happened.

Mike is my younger brother. He is a man-child and a mama’s boy because he always complains and wants everyone to bow down to him. Just a jerk all around. My parents have been crazy about him since the day he was born. He doesn’t have special needs or a rough birth story or anything like that. He was born not long ago. And my parents gave up on me completely. My mom in particular. She used to be a good mom but now she’s one of those boy moms that people make fun of online.

But my dad has always been too afraid to stand up to my mom and let me win at least once. He still loved and supported me. My grandfather (76M) was the only one who stood up for me. He always told my parents they were lying and didn’t like my brother. He feels close to me because I remind him of his late wife, my grandmother. But he lives on the other side of the country, so I don’t get to see him very often.

Mike loves to make fun of me because he knows our mom likes him more. We’ve always been at odds because of this and the way he acts. He’s spoiled, a brat, and a bad person. It’s been a while since I got in trouble for something I did better than him or something he used against me. His only skill is being good at football. He got a scholarship to go to a nice college outside of his state. It turns out that my parents didn’t spend any money on my education because my fund was used to pay for things after a fire. Years later, I found out that Mike used that money to buy a house and a car.

My friend Lucas and I met at the public college. I was first interested in him. I did meet new people who are now my best friends. It was because of them and Lucas, who had been my best friend for years before we met that I was able to move out of my parents’ house. Lucas and I are both now well-known in our fields and make good money.

Let’s get to the main point. Lucas asked me to marry him a year ago. Because we’re very private, we didn’t share it on social media or anything, and when I told my parents, they said, “That’s nice.” I’m beginning to think they didn’t even hear me. Our friends and family helped us decide that we wanted a nice, simple ceremony and reception.

Lucas got my parents and brother to come, but they never replied to the invite. I never told my mom I was talking about my wedding when I went to visit. Instead, she would talk over me and my brother’s accomplishments and crazy adventures. I got tired of it at one point and told my mom that I had to cut her off because I had to plan an event that couldn’t be moved. The reason she said they couldn’t go was because my brother had the last game of the season that same day and wanted them to be there.

This favoritism didn’t come as a surprise to me, since they missed my ballets, shows, and both my high school and college graduations because of him. I wanted to be small at this point. I told both of my parents that missing this event wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t tell them that it was my wedding, but I didn’t say anything else either.

Now fast forward to a few weeks ago: I got married. It was great. We had a great time with Lucas’s family, my family, and our friends. It was great that my grandfather was happy to give me away. Several times, my family members asked me why my parents weren’t there with us. I told them the truth; they had to go to my brother’s game and couldn’t come. They looked at me a few times, and my grandfather looked angry for a while, but other than that, nothing strange happened.

Lucas and I left for our honeymoon after the reception. We didn’t have our phones with us at all during the trip. But when we got home, we saw that there was a storm waiting for us. When I turned on my phone, I couldn’t even unlock it before a bunch of alerts showed up. A lot of them were from my mom and brother. One of my paternal aunts posted pictures of the wedding on Facebook with a very clear jab at my parents (especially my mom) for missing the wedding. Mike insulted me and called me all kinds of mean names. The post went viral in the community where my parents live, and now they are known for how badly they treated me.

It turned out that my grandfather went to see my parents and shamed my father, who is his son, so much that he cried. And this seemed to be the breaking point for my dad. He was so upset about missing his only daughter’s wedding and his dad’s disapproval that he finally turned against my mom and is threatening to divorce her if she doesn’t make it up to me. I believe this is the reason why my mom keeps sending me texts, at first mean and scary ones, and then sad ones with lots of begging and pity parties.

Right now I’m at home with my husband thinking about what to do. Most of my relatives, even the ones I didn’t invite to the wedding, apologized for what happened and said they had no idea what was going on at home. I can’t blame them; they all live with my grandfather on the other side of the country or in a different state. But my mom’s sisters and friends are making fun of me for not telling my mom about the wedding because she can’t stand the thought of missing it. I believe she says that to protect her pride, but I’m not sure.

The most recent messages from my parents make it sound like they are very upset about missing my wedding. Now, my family is split into three groups: those who support me, those who think I hurt my mom’s feelings, and those who insist I forgive my mom because she “atoned.” They want me to ignore them, but my best friends tell me not to.

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