She Stole My Wedding Dress—But What I Found Was Bigger Than Betrayal

The next week, she started therapy with a specialist, Dr. Martinez. She’s been consistent—weekly sessions, daily journaling, medication. She found a new job she enjoys. She talks to me every few days. Slowly, we’re rebuilding our bond.

That day—the day she stole my dress—was devastating.

But it was also the day we finally saw the pain she’d been hiding.

It wasn’t the wedding I planned. But maybe it was the one that needed to happen. Because if it helped my sister step out of the darkness… maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t entirely a loss.