I (27F) have a twin sister named Martha. We’ve always been close, but very different people with different aspirations and lifestyles. I’ve been with my fiancé for four wonderful years, and we got engaged last year, a moment I thought would cement our future happiness. I was working hard at my solid job and was happily covering the wedding costs myself, especially since he was unemployed at the time, fully supporting our union in every way I could. At first, Martha acted… off. I tried to be understanding, figuring she didn’t quite know how to handle the fact that I was getting married first, an understandable feeling for twins so used to sharing life’s milestones. But after a few weird, unsettling months, she seemed to finally settle into the supportive-sister role I had always cherished. She was helping with vendors, showing up for fittings, and generally acting excited about my upcoming nuptials. I truly believed things were okay between us, that she was finally happy for me and ready to celebrate my happiness. I really thought everything was perfect.
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Until the wedding day arrived, a day I had meticulously planned and dreamed about for so long. I envisioned walking down the aisle, locking eyes with the love of my life, and starting our forever. But as soon as Martha walked in, I could feel something was terribly off. She shows up in a white wedding dress. Almost identical to mine. People literally started confusing us, a horrifying turn of events considering we’re twins wearing almost the exact same white dresses!. Some guests even congratulated her, assuming she was the bride! I was absolutely furious, a burning rage ignited within me, but I desperately didn’t want to cause a scene on my big day, I wanted it to be perfect. I swallowed my anger, hoping it would pass, and focused on the ceremony.
Then I noticed something else that sent a fresh wave of shock through me. There were people in the crowd I didn’t recognize. Strangers smiling, nodding, taking pictures, acting like they belonged. Turns out, they were Martha’s friends. People I’d never met, let alone invited to MY wedding. I was speechless, aghast at her blatant disregard for my wishes and our shared respect. When I confronted her, she just shrugged and said she “figured it wouldn’t hurt” to bring a few extras. The sheer audacity took my breath away. The nerve she had to invite people I did not know to this sacred event. I tried so hard to shake it off, kept telling myself, Focus on your fiancé. Focus on your wedding. Don’t let her ruin this. I was desperately trying to regain composure.
But as the ceremony started, as I began walking down the aisle, everything shattered. Imagine that: I’m walking down the aisle, trying to savor the most important moment of my life, the moment I committed to spending the rest of my life with someone who supposedly loved me.
Then I saw them. **Martha and my fiancé, kissing passionately.**
