Discriminated Against All My Life Because Of My ‘Golden Child’ Sister. I Got Revenge

Playing the Long Game

My husband will now type his part.

“Hey, vengeful husband here. Hell hath no fury like a pro revenge, instant karma, nuclear revenge lurker when his beloved is scorned.”

“That said, as much as my wife—she’s my wife now—paints me as this quick-witted dude, I admit my neurons all but short-circuited when those folks legit suggested that crap like some sort of great gift.”

“Even Troy would rather take in the horse a second time, me thinks. Alas, after my brain rebooted, I did have a whole list of insults ready to spew out, but something in my soul whispered in my ear like the devil: string these idiots along.”

“So I said I needed to think, see how my wife—back then fiance—would react, and then ran out of there before I could give away my nefarious plans.”

Back to me, the wife. So my husband sincerely recounted how my parents wanted even my wedding to be about my sister with a grin on his face and the recording to prove it.

I was shocked. The distance had softened how badly they treated me, and I thought even they wouldn’t go so far.

Thankfully, my husband insisting on the angle of revenge helped me not go to a bad headspace. We had a blast thinking up ways to screw them over, from ridiculously outlandish to what we thought was feasible.

We then called his much more level-headed brother. When we decided on a plan, it involved having two venue addresses, giving them the wrong one, etc.

Well, the level-headed brother scolded us for it. While he acknowledged he would never be able to convince us to avoid retaliation, he at least showed us that something like that would be hard to pull off.

Some of our other ideas were also at risk of getting us sued. So we eventually settled for the most benign plan: act like we agreed but then hire security and don’t let her in.

Obviously, if that was all, it wouldn’t be Pro Revenge. The rest is mostly my husband’s doing, but he wants me to do the honors.

Milking the Golden Child Treatment

So here goes. Just important to mention everything he did was previously discussed with me, and they were our mutual ideas.

He went back to my parents, said he probed and thought I wouldn’t be down with it; however, he didn’t see the issue and, not wanting the family to fall apart, would be down to help them do it.

He pointed out that I don’t like conflict, so if I was surprised with it, I might not throw a tantrum in front of all the people.

On the other hand, marriage is a big thing, so who knew if I’d lash out? Thus, he suggested a compromise: they’d help pay for stuff.

This way, I would feel even more pressure to not say anything as not only would we be public with our families there, but I’d be grateful for the help they gave.

He said my parents looked shocked, and my grown sister literally started skipping with joy like a kid. So it was accepted.

Importantly, my husband also claimed that due to some bad judgment and past boyfriends—these words were all my idea and I’m so, so proud of using their words against them—I was distrustful and controlling and liked to check his phone and stuff to ensure he wasn’t cheating on me.

As such, it was imperative that nothing of this plan was ever put in writing. For any discussion pertaining to my sister walking down the aisle before me, he’d go over to their house to talk.

And so began the months of deception where my parents and sister thought they were tricking me while my husband and I were milking them.

Rather than paying for the wedding, they lay low. Of course, my parents wanted input in everything, including some things that meant a lot to me like the songs and color palette.

My husband would convince them to let it go to keep me in line, but since we never really cared for the ceremony to begin with, everything else was fair game. Or so they thought.

Here’s what we did. We’d go to check the drink and menu options and then accept the lowest or second-lowest priced option.

My husband would then secretly take my sister there to try it out and then sigh and say,

“It’s a pity we don’t want to abuse my parents’ goodwill, so we won’t get the best options.”

Cue my sister demanding my parents pay for the best. My parents would then tell me not to worry and they’d pay for the most expensive option.

The same was done with the photographer and flowers. My husband handed my sister a bouquet of the flowers we wanted and then sadly expressed how I wanted some other tasteless flowers.

Cue my parents telling me they wanted us to go with said flowers and they’d pay for it. When it came to the wedding dress, we hit a minor snag.

My parents wanted me to use a hideous dress. Okay, it wasn’t outright hideous, but it wasn’t my style and wouldn’t look good on me.

We had planned on saying yes and then simply not using it, but my mom sent me a message about it so there’d be proof I said okay. We had to go with me refusing to text and standing my ground.

My husband went over there and said he’d see what he could do. My sister suggested ruining my desired dress so I’d be forced to wear the other one.

He pretended to agree. During all this time, they kept communications outside any text.

We made sure that happened by having me reply to my sister when she tried messaging my husband. This solidified the controlling and neurotic claims my husband was making, so they believed it and never risked anything in writing.

Some people might not like the thought of their partner going around and talking badly about them to family, but I’m such a doormat that the thought of being painted as this controlling and dangerous person is extremely funny to me and I egged him on to do it.

I guess I have a warped sense of humor. Oh, and my sister did try to flirt with him, but he acted conflicted to really sell that he was with them.

My husband would pretend to tell them things without my knowledge. But he never told them we hired security.

The Big Day and the Final Reveal

It was really funny. My husband and I, who had sincerely considered a courthouse wedding to focus costs on our honeymoon, ended up having this extravagant, expensive wedding and barely spent a dime.

We called it back to pay for emotional damages from my parents. I think my husband—okay, he just confirmed I’m right—was enjoying the whole trick more than planning our wedding.

I didn’t think it was possible to witness a guy beaming at the thought of wasting his whole Saturday doing a car trip to discuss wedding details with his in-laws, but here we are. Soon the day came.

The plan my parents, sister, and husband had come up with was to wait until everyone was seated. Since the bride always comes out late, they’d have my sister arrive at that precise time to avoid me seeing her and trying to stop it, and she’d walk down the aisle.

By the time I heard what happened, it would be too late to do anything. As for my dress, we saved some of the leftover fabric from my dress alterations.

My husband took that to my parents’ place—my sister still lives with them—and showed them as proof he’d ruined the dress. Then he said he had to go back to me as I was raging and he needed to calm me down.

He told them he’d see them at the wedding. We made sure to keep our real security hidden initially.

As the guests and my parents arrived, they only saw a woman with a list of names to check. Only after my parents had settled in did we bring out the actual security, a guy who looked like a bodyguard.

We instructed him not to let my sister in and promised a generous tip if he kept our instructions confidential. Soon the moment arrived.

My parents got a text that my sister was less than 5 minutes away, so my dad signaled for the ceremony to start. My bridesmaids had been prepped to follow his lead, so they did without checking with me.

After they all took their places, my dad stood at the entrance waiting for me. During this, a friend not in the wedding party texted me to get ready.

To avoid suspicion if my husband or bridesmaid started texting, this friend, my husband’s ally, was as eager to stir drama as he was and didn’t mind not being a bridesmaid. As soon as my dad took his position, the bridal song began.

The doors opened and I entered. My dad was shocked to see me.

He tried to look behind me but couldn’t see the venue entrance from where we were, so he had no idea what had happened to my sister. Then his phone rang.

I saw the caller ID and it was her. He left me with a mumbled something came up.

Gasps and confusion filled the room. The friend on the plan loudly asked what happened.

I lied and said tearfully,

“He told me it wasn’t supposed to be me there.”

My husband and I had agreed that if my dad abandoned me, I should say that to make him look as bad as possible. The tears weren’t just acting; I was genuinely hurt and trying not to cry.

The friend then loudly asked,

“What did he mean by it shouldn’t be you?”

so that everyone could hear and spread it. Then she said,

“I will go and check,”

and ran off. We planned this so she could create chaos with the security and prevent my dad from returning to stop the ceremony.

Eventually, my mom also left. At this point, my husband’s dad quickly ran over and took my arm; he’d been forewarned he might need to.

His desperate run to me made me smile. I walked down the aisle to whispers as people discussed what had happened.

Some left to check as well. When I reached my husband, all was well.

He comforted me, joking that my sad face was so real I deserved an Oscar, and reassured me he’d deal with my parents for what they did. We got married without any further issues.

Chaos at the Entrance

My parents didn’t come back. I noticed a lot of people leaving and returning during the party, but no one dared tell me what was happening.

Someone whispered in my husband’s ear and he went out. He returned later with a thunderous expression but whispered to me that he needed to go hide before he broke character and started smiling.

It worked. Here’s the summary from friends, family, the security guy, and my husband that I got afterwards:

My sister arrived in a wedding dress. The security refused to let her in as we had agreed.

He told her,

“She must be at the wrong venue because there was already a bride.”

Yes, we tipped him very well as promised. My dad tried threatening him with the police, claiming he’d never heard of him so he couldn’t be working there.

The security agreed to call the police since he was hired by us and was just doing his job. My dad realized it would be too late and tried to demand that he let my sister in.

At this point, the friend came over, started shouting and insulting my sister, and asking what was going on, basically stalling. My mom soon arrived, followed by others.

By then, the wedding plan was ruined. All my parents could do now was damage control as everyone who learned about it was horrified they’d try to pull it off.

People started screaming and berating them. The three naturally said it wasn’t a secret and blamed my husband.

When he was called over, my husband put on his best confused look and denied everything. To quote him,

“Gaslight, gatekeeper, girl boss, LOL.”

He denied ever agreeing to such a ridiculous plan. When they insisted he had, he demanded proof, and of course, they couldn’t provide any.

All the text exchanges they could show were about normal wedding decisions. My sister was screaming, crying, and apparently sat on the floor kicking her legs like a child.

My dad looked like he wanted to hit my husband, but security and other people held him back. Naturally, they claimed they had no proof because my husband told them not to text.

My husband laughed and said,

“Wow, how convenient, huh?”

Then he repeated,

“Why would I ever agree to something so messed up?”

He ripped into them about being terrible parents and said he wasn’t going to let their stupid plans and lies ruin his wedding, then went back to me. No one believed them.