A day before my niece’s wedding, she called to tell me I was no longer invited. “There’s a catering issue, and we have to trim the guest list,” she said. It hurt, but I told her it was okay, and respected her choice. But I also told her that I wouldn’t be sitting around feeling sorry for myself.
She paused on the phone, maybe surprised I wasn’t begging to be included. “I hope you understand,” she added, her voice thin. I told her I did. After all, weddings can be stressful. Still, I could hear in her tone something wasn’t right.
