I stayed home while my ex-husband married my sister, choosing peace over reopening old wounds. A year earlier, I had believed my life was steady and full—simple routines, a loving marriage, and a baby on the way. I was the responsible oldest sibling, the one my family leaned on, the one who showed up for everyone. When my husband confessed he had fallen for my sister Judy, my world cracked open. I lost my marriage, and in the emotional storm that followed, I also lost my pregnancy. The grief was heavy, and for a long time, even breathing felt like work. My family tried to move forward quickly, hosting a large wedding for Judy and Oliver, but the invitation only deepened the ache. So I stayed home, wrapped in quiet, trying to heal from the pieces left behind. Continue reading…
