Divorce For Everyone!
My sister and her husband. They met each other our junior year of high school, and she moved in with him halfway through our senior year. I never liked him and did not hide that fact. I especially didn’t like him after he hit on me while they were dating.
Didn’t hide that fact either, but my sister brushed me off. Before he popped the question, she found out he’d been texting other girls. He promised he’d change. The wedding was a train wreck, honestly. It was a small affair in our family back yard, with our aunt officiating.
That same aunt started crying midway through the ceremony. My stepmother read a poem about them she wrote halfway through the ceremony—she always wants to be the center of attention.
The groom’s drunken father, who had been barred from the wedding, came stumbling in at some point during the vows to search for alcohol, and I saw the groom grab one of the bridesmaids’ bottoms. I didn’t point that out to my deliriously happy stepsister. I should have.
A year later it turned out the groom had been texting my stepmom. My sister somehow forgave both of them. She has low self-esteem. They got caught again a year after that. At that point, my dad had divorced my stepmother, so I have been distant from this whole shebang.
But my sister—who I do still talk to—finally divorced that jerk. Divorce for everyone! Let’s pull an Oprah. Story credit: Reddit / coffee-and-insomnia