My DISTANT sibling ABSCONDED with my BETROTHED and tied the knot with him

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My distant sibling absconded with my betrothed and tied the knot with him on our nuptial celebration,

having encountered him just once.

Twelve months later, my parent phoned me in distress, shedding tears and disclosing the

reality.

My life has been incredibly difficult especially over the last year.

I've faced traumas I never imagined, and I've done it practically without any support.

I finally managed to get to a better place mentally and emotionally, but now all that

progress has crumbled.

I don't know what to do.

I'm 27 and I've always had a strange relationship with my family.

For as long as I can remember, I've had a twin sister, Tara.

From the very beginning it was clear that she was the favorite child.

I don't understand how this happens with a set of twins, but there we are.

I always thought the preferred child is an overachiever, shares interests with the parents,

or is somehow different, in a positive way.

However, Tara and I were mirror images of each other.

Same interests, good school performance, everything was similar.

I couldn't understand why my parents loved her more, and they did.

At first they tried to hide it, but I always felt that difference.

I remember as a child breaking down crying and telling them that I felt ignored and

unloved, but nothing changed.

It was always Tara first, above everyone and everything.

The favoritism was subtle at first.

If we were bought toys or clothes, Tara got to choose first.

Even if the items were identical, but in different colors, Tara always made the decision

and I had to settle for what was left.

If I questioned this, I would be reprimanded for being selfish and for not appreciating

that the gifts were the same anyway.

They told me I would never get far in life if I acted so entitled.

Over time the situation worsened.

Tara bashed in the attention and pampering, and I hated her for it, which resulted in

us never being close.

This rift between us widened in middle school, when Tara distanced herself from our friend

group and started hanging out with the cool kids.

For me this was for the better because I could have my friends to myself and live peacefully

at school.

Initially, our friends were surprised by Tara's sudden change, but they eventually got

used to it and my friendships with them strengthened throughout middle and high school.

By the time we graduated, Tara and I had completely different interests in social circles.

This worked for me as it minimized interaction with her.

While she was still unpleasant at school, I was already used to it and it didn't affect

me as much.

However, at the end of school, things between us escalated to levels I would never recover

from.

I haven't had contact with her since.

I worked really hard on my university applications because I knew what I wanted to do, and pretty

much all my friends wanted to go to good institutions and be successful.

I didn't know anything about Tara's preparation for her essays, and because I'm not nosy,

I never asked.

She seemed overly confident regarding her admissions for someone who was, seemingly, not prepared.

To my dismay, she was accepted, and the truth is, I discovered in time that she had stolen

my essay and submitted it as her own.

I was furious and I didn't want to tell my parents because as always they would have

said that I should just put up with it and that now there was nothing to be done.

I was tired of being mistreated so I decided to take drastic action.

I emailed the university detailing her plagiarism, proving that the work was mine.

I also informed them about the situation at home and asked them to be cautious when responding

to her application.

The university took action and blacklisted her for plagiarism on their publication.

When Tara received the email, she was incredulous and looked at me with so much hatred that I thought

I would crumble, but she couldn't admit anything to mom and dad.

I knew I had her caught in a bad position and I was more than satisfied that she faced

the consequences.

The situation at home became tense and somehow a bit comical to me as I knew her actions

and she knew mine.

I wouldn't go to my parents to resolve it and she couldn't because it meant admitting

she stole my work.

Unfortunately, mom and dad were devastated by this injustice and decided to take the matter

up with the university, insisting that there was no plagiarism.

This is where everything got complicated.

My parents sent the email and received a detailed response about Tara's application and the

source where my work had been plagiarized from.

Foolish me, I expected that seeing what their precious daughter had done to me, they would

finally accept me into the family.

But what happened was quite the opposite.

I was berated for days for intentionally ruining Tara's life and career.

The moment they found out I was the one who reported the plagiarism, they found someone

to persecute.

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Regardless of the fact that she had stolen my work and I was in the right, the only thing

that mattered was that I reported her without consulting them.

They called me every name in the book and said the right thing to do would have been to

speak to them first, so they would have found a solution.

I told them their only solution would have been to let her off the hook and I would just

have to suck it up and apply elsewhere.

The situation at home became chaotic and no one was willing to see my perspective.

It was clear that no matter what I did, I would always be the black sheep and terror would

never face the consequences of her actions.

The following months were brutal, but I simply waited to get to university.

I knew that as soon as I left home I wouldn't go back since I had nothing to go back to

and I did just that.

I moved to university and kept contact with my parents to a minimum, maintaining zero

contact with Tara.

She was dead to me after her little maneuver and I wanted nothing more to do with her.

University was a refreshing change.

I made great friends, had a good life and worked hard.

I met Matthew at university and we hit it off right away.

Matthew was my classmate, a senior who shared the same group of friends.

Right before he graduated he asked me to be his girlfriend and I accepted.

He'd been one of my closest friends and I felt extremely happy by his side.

To me the logical next step was a relationship.

When I accepted, he confessed that he'd had a crush on me for years and he had been

trying to gather the courage to ask me out.

Honestly, I thought this was adorable and told him I would have said yes without hesitation

even if he had asked me sooner.

Our relationship was solid and all that mattered.

We were already very good friends and knew each other deeply.

There was a level of comfort and honesty that just flowed naturally.

Plus, I told him the entire situation with my family.

I told him I had extremely limited contact with my parents and no type of communication

with my sister and that nothing would make me speak to her again.

I asked him to respect that.

He found it absurd that a family could be so dysfunctional as his own family was seemingly

perfect.

His parents were deeply in love, he was the oldest of four and they were all close and supportive.

My situation was foreign to him.

He respected that and also enjoyed the family dynamic where he came from which was honestly

adorable.

The love they shared made me slightly jealous as I had always been deprived of it.

However, I made it clear to him that he should never expect me to go back to my family

and try to fix things simply because he couldn't conceive of dysfunctional families.

He seemed to agree which is why I trusted him.

I never imagined this would become the worst time of my life.

Two years ago when I was 25 Matthew proposed and of course I accepted, we had been dating

for almost four years and I was certain that he was the man I wanted to spend the rest

of my life with.

He'd introduced me to his family early on and they welcomed me with open arms.

I felt like I finally had a family.

His siblings, two sisters and a brother were also very welcoming and I developed independent

relationships with each of them.

It was like I was already part of the family even before getting married.

Marriage was the next step and I was very very happy with our relationship and the life I

had built.

We were set to get married last year.

The year before was completely dedicated to planning the wedding, the honeymoon and everything

else.

It was a stressful time and also a little challenging for our relationship as that's

when I realized we had differences we needed to iron out.

We required effort however we were willing to face it.

We had one of our biggest fights when finalizing the guest list.

I wanted a small intimate wedding but he had a lot of guests in mind.

His immediate family, some aunts and uncles, his siblings partners and more.

On my side I had no close family I wanted to invite.

I only wanted to invite my friends and I honestly didn't want my family present at my wedding.

At first he agreed but I could notice his hesitation.

I asked him if there was a problem and he said no so I left it.

However, a week later he told me that I needed to invite my family because there's no such

thing as a wedding without family present.

I looked at him wide eyed and reminded him that I had always made it clear that my family

was not part of my life.

They didn't even know I was engaged.

Besides, I believe the only two people required for a wedding were the bride and groom so there

was no reason to worry about my parents absence.

He wouldn't budge and stated that any fights we had could be put aside for a day and he

wasn't asking me to start a relationship with them nor to forgive them only to invite

them to the wedding.

I replied that any invitation would imply that I wanted to fix things which was the last

thing I wanted.

In hindsight I should have left him right then and there.

I could see that despite claiming to understand my childhood reality, something I was always

transparent about, he had chosen to push through with this.

But I was blinded by love.

We argued a lot and I almost stopped talking to him but deep down I knew we needed to

reach a compromise.

After much back and forth, he finally explained why he insisted on inviting my family.

He didn't want his family to think he was marrying a woman who didn't have a good relationship

with her own.

His family was very conservative and they-

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Always lived by the rule of putting family first.

He felt like my parents absence would reflect poorly and he didn't want that for me.

At the time I thought his reasoning was attentive and thoughtful but little by little I realized

how problematic it was.

He was more worried about the impression his family would have, especially his extended

family, because his parents and siblings already knew I didn't get along with mine.

As for how this would affect me psychologically, he valued the show more than his fiancee.

I should have seen it but I didn't and I paid the price.

After a lot of dialogue I agreed to call my parents but that was my limit.

I told him they would be present but no other family members, especially Tara.

There would be no father-daughter dance and no speeches from my family.

That was the only condition for inviting them and he had to give in a little.

Luckily he agreed knowing he didn't have much of a choice.

I also warned him not to contact anyone on his own, only I would call to invite them

and only when I deemed it appropriate.

I knew if I gave them the information too early, they would concoct something and get

Tara to join which I couldn't allow.

Honestly I also hoped that if I told them late enough maybe they couldn't attend and

thus I would technically be right and still get my way.

I think Matthew suspected this but he didn't say anything.

So I informed my parents six weeks before the wedding and they told me that of course,

the whole family would be there to support me on my special day.

I immediately cut them off and told them there was no way Tara would attend my wedding.

Only the two of them were invited.

If they tried to sneak her in I would personally escort them out.

They tried to protest saying it was the perfect time for family to get together, that I needed

to stop being a child and that I had already gotten my revenge and should be satisfied.

I told them this would be my only contact with them before the wedding.

They knew the place and time and if they wanted to come they could.

However, if they tried anything I would not hesitate to take the necessary measures

and I hung up.

I thought it was a firm enough warning to deter them from any schemes but I was wrong

and I should have known Tara would show up and mess things up.

Sure enough Tara showed up and caused a much bigger uproar than I expected.

A week before the wedding my parents flew in and checked into a hotel.

They informed me they would be arriving a week earlier to give me something and wanted

me to go with Matthew.

I was reluctant because I didn't want to face all those feelings and really

of old conflicts just a week before my wedding but Matthew told me I should go and that

he would accompany me.

He also assured me that if he saw any untoward behavior we'd leave.

That gave me some peace of mind and we decided to attend the surprise but I'm sure many

of you have already guessed.

Tara was there.

This was what they wanted to give me.

An opportunity for a heart to heart and reconciliation.

The moment I saw her I wanted to get up and leave but somehow I was paralyzed.

I looked at Matthew who sat down and then they started talking.

It was all nonsense and honestly I don't even remember what they said.

I was disconnected and mentally paralyzed.

All I saw was an ambush.

I snapped back to reality a few minutes later.

I stood up grab Matthew and told him we were leaving.

He resisted suggesting I work things out but I explained that I was leaving and he was

free to pretend to be happy with his family without me.

I stormed off.

I checked into a hotel and sent him a message saying I was there and I'd talk when I felt

better.

Then I turned off my phone.

I think I finished a whole bottle of wine and woke up groggy the next day.

I resumed using my phone expecting at least some messages but there was nothing.

Matthew hadn't contacted me which was strange because he doesn't usually give me space.

He likes to resolve problems immediately.

I waited a few more hours to see if he would send me something but nothing happened.

That night I called him and my call went to voicemail.

He had ghosted me a week before the wedding.

I still don't have the strength to recount what happened in those seven days but I knew

the wedding was off.

He was completely inactive and wasn't talking to his family either.

Nobody knew what was wrong with him.

It was like he had disappeared.

I called the caterers and everyone else involved to inform them that the wedding had been canceled.

I blocked him the day of our wedding and stayed with a friend until I could organize my

things.

Two months later I found out that Matthew had gotten married to Terra.

On the same day I was supposed to marry him.

It was outrageous.

I felt like I was in a horror movie.

I couldn't understand how something like that could happen or why he would behave that

way, ending up marrying my sister who he had met barely a week earlier.

It made no sense and I was completely shattered.

When I found out it felt like she had won against me again and there was nothing I could

do.

It was horrible and I went through one of the darkest phases of my life.

I had to rebuild myself emotionally from scratch and it took every ounce of strength not

to keep tabs on them.

I was better, much better.

Until yesterday I received a call from Natalie Matthew's mother.

She told me she wanted to see me.

I wanted nothing to do with any of them anymore but I just couldn't go through it all again.

She was crying begging me to meet her one last time and I didn't know what to do.

Update

I read all of your comments and decided to meet with her.

It was therapeutic and at the same time heartbreaking.

I finally understood what truly happened after I left.

It was a mess.

Although I felt vindicated, I was hurt by everything that happened.

Natalie told me that after I left angrily, my parents and Tara spun Matthew a tale about

my childhood and why I had no contact with them.

The worst part is, he believed every single one of them.

That's why he didn't contact me for days.

She said Matthew was too shaken up to think straight.

By then I had already canceled everything with the vendors and he received confirmation

calls which freaked him out.

He thought I was calling off the wedding and in some twisted way, he took that to mean

I was in the wrong and believed everything my parents told him.

Natalie mentioned the whole family was against this stupid decision and insisted he called

the wedding off rather than marrying my twin sister.

However, he lost all sense and went through with the plan because he didn't want to deal

with the shame of being left at the altar.

Ever since, Tara has refused to get a divorce, dragging the marriage out, saying that if

he does, she will demand the hefty alimony.

It's a complete mess and Matthew has had no option but to carry on.

But a few days ago things changed.

Tara, in a drunken state, confessed to him the truth about everything, how they trapped

him and how foolish he had been.

She also revealed the essay she stole from me.

Admitting everything they told him about me was a lie, since then Matthew has been depressed.

He hasn't gone back home, hasn't returned her calls or anyone else's.

Only two days ago, Natalie finally managed to get a hold of him.

He's devastated.

He confessed to Natalie that he made the biggest mistake of his life and he doesn't know

how to apologize to me.

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He said that he deserves what happened to him for breaking my heart, but that all he wants

is a chance to talk to me, explain his side, and figure out what to do next.

I looked at Natalie Wide-eyed and told her that there is nothing between Matthew and

me anymore and that he is delusional if he thinks otherwise.

I told her that I wasn't willing to talk to him at all.

He's digging his own grave and he can stay with it.

He's my sister's husband now, regardless of the circumstances of their marriage.

I wasn't going to meddle or help him.

Natalie cried upon hearing this and begged me to reconsider, but I told her my decision

was final.

I wasn't prepared for this and nothing would change it.

I've moved on from that part of my life and I don't know if I should reopen it again.

He insisted I speak to him just once and then decide, but I told her I would think

about it and left.

It was also overwhelming and she has sent me several messages since, but I haven't

responded.

I don't know what to do.

I just can't deal with it all again.

I don't have the strength to go back to that mess.

Update

I've been a mess these last few days so I apologize for the late update.

This will be my final report.

Everything dramatic happened if that's what you were expecting.

I decided not to meet with Matthew for the sake of my mental health.

I told Natalie that while I regretted what happened, Matthew deserved it for believing

strangers instead of trusting me and for choosing to protect his reputation instead

of talking things through.

I told her that I was in a much worse situation a year ago with no one to help me, no parents

to cry too or worry about me.

Matthew has that luxury and he doesn't deserve my forgiveness.

I didn't wait for her reply and blocked her because I don't want any more regrets.

I know this might make me seem brutal and heartless for not helping him, but I can't help

but feel this is karma coming back to him.

I was alone with no one and had to pick up all my pieces by myself.

It's only fair he feels this too.

I hope they don't contact me again although I have a feeling they will.

However, I know for certain that I won't be responding to any of their messages.

Whether he decides to stay in that marriage or pursue a divorce, that's between him

and his wife.

I don't feel love for either of them anymore.

This is it for me and I think I finally have some closure because I can see how much

it has devastated him.

At least it'll help me sleep better knowing he realizes what he's done and what he's

lost simply because he couldn't bear to be the center of gossip for a while.

That's what happens for being stupid I guess.

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