My Parents Wanted My Sister to Walk Down the Aisle First at My Wedding — We Agreed, So They Got Into Our Trap

My parents always made it clear: Melissa was the golden child, and I was the footnote. Every birthday, every family outing, every decision — filtered through her preferences. Even when it was my celebration, Mom asked Melissa what kind of cake she wanted. My own voice became background noise.

By thirteen, I’d learned that silence was safer. Melissa’s spotlight cast long shadows, and I lived in them. But when high school hit and her social circle collapsed, she turned her bitterness toward me. She accused me of stealing, cheating, lying — and my parents believed every word. My friendships shriveled under her sabotage. I was alone, but not broken.

I studied hard, plotted my escape, and earned a full scholarship to a college far away. I cried in the bathroom when the acceptance came — not sadness, just relief. I was finally free.

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