When did you realize cutting someone off saved your life?

The Wedding Betrayal

Vanessa was my ride or die, so when she asked me to be her maid of honor, I happily accepted. I spent months planning, accounting for everything.

Her tastes were extremely specific, so I had to make sure I didn’t mess up anything. The napkin color, menu font, tablecloth material—all were accounted for, all meticulously chosen by me.

I spent 200 hours planning my best friend’s wedding for free. There were some days that I was so swamped with her free-of-charge wedding planning that I literally had to ask for days off of my literal job so I could focus.

A sudden rush of emotion pressed against my eyelids. I felt my knees buckle and I had to resist the urge to break down.

When I heard her call me a farmer slave girl behind my back, I texted her that I wouldn’t attend.

When I asked why she said it, she shrugged and said, “It’s not my fault you grew up poor.”

I just stared at the message. She knew me being poorer was my biggest insecurity. She knew how much I had worked to get where I am today.

I could have canceled all of the wedding plans. I could have let her wedding day become one big large-scale prank. I could have thrown thousands of her dollars down the drain, but I didn’t do any of that.

Instead, I continued to plan her wedding because I still believed that beneath it all, Vanessa was a good person.

I did decide on one thing, though: I would not be attending the wedding. I texted her the day before, letting her know of my absence and what I had heard her say about me.

I clarified that there was no bad blood, but I just didn’t think someone with any negative emotions should even be there when she gets married.

She didn’t reply and the day after her wedding, I blocked her number because I knew she had taken advantage of me and never wanted to talk to her again. TBH, I didn’t hear from her again until her Instagram post came up on my feed 3 days later.

It was one of those slideshow posts, and each photo was a photo from the intricately planned wedding she had.

“So lucky to have had time to plan all this all by myself. It was hard, but nothing good worth having is ever easy,” was the caption.

In the comments, her friends were all praising her, offering four or even five figures for Vanessa to plan their wedding. That was money that could have been mine.

But it was obvious the post was to get a reaction from me. So instead, I just blocked her on everything. Goodbye, Vanessa.

That was 4 months ago. Yesterday, she was sentenced to prison.