My Parents Chose My Sister Over My Wedding — So My Best Man Put Them on Blast

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Some people say blood is thicker than water. What they don’t tell you is that sometimes, blood can drown you.

I’m Justin, 26, and I’ve spent my life watching my parents choose my sister over me.

When they skipped my wedding for her, my best man turned their absence into something unforgettable.

Growing up in Millbrook felt like living in my sister Casey’s shadow.

She’s 32 now, six years older than me, and she’s perfected the art of making everything about herself.

When we were kids, I’d score the winning goal at my basketball game, and Casey would suddenly develop a mysterious stomach ache that required immediate attention.

A young girl shrugging beside an annoyed teenage boy | Source: Freepik

My high school graduation? Casey had a “panic attack” about a job interview the next week. My college acceptance letter? Casey’s boyfriend broke up with her that same day.

“Justin, you understand, right?” Mom would say, her hand already reaching for her purse to drive Casey somewhere. “Your sister needs us right now.”

Dad would nod along, patting my shoulder with the kind of absent gesture you’d give a dog. “You’re tough, kiddo. You get it.”

But I didn’t get it. I never got it.

When I proposed to my girlfriend, Veronica, last spring, I made a decision. I sat my parents down in their kitchen, the same one where I’d eaten countless dinners alone while they dealt with Casey’s latest crisis.

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