My twin brother and I were once inseparable—until distance made me disposable.
When he got engaged, I was never given a date for the party. I was told it was “small” and “not worth traveling for.” Later, I learned the truth: a huge celebration, everyone invited but me. And everyone was told I simply didn’t care enough to come.
The excuses changed. The silence stayed.
When the wedding invitation finally arrived, I wasn’t in the wedding party. I didn’t get a plus-one. It felt less like an invitation and more like a formality—proof that I still existed on paper.
So I didn’t go.
An hour before the ceremony, my phone exploded with calls asking where I was. When my mom finally reached me, furious and embarrassed, I said calmly, “I’m where you all prefer me to be.”
“It’s just a party,” I reminded her. “No big deal.”
For the first time, no one had an answer.
Sometimes revenge isn’t loud or cruel. Sometimes it’s simply refusing to show up for people who already decided you didn’t belong.