My family didn’t invite me to my own sister’s wedding, but as I enjoyed an ocean-view getaway, she livestreamed her ceremony falling apart—begging someone to answer her 28 missed calls
I hadn’t been invited to my sister’s wedding. All I got was a casual line: “Had to trim the guest list, hope you understand.” No explanation, no apology. Just seven dismissive words. So I decided to understand — from an ocean-view suite in Barbados. I booked the trip, lit a few candles, cracked open a fresh coconut, and let the island air do its work. If I wasn’t welcome at my own sister’s ceremony, then I’d treat myself to a…