My husband’s sister Anya planned an extremely strict outdoor wedding dress code—long sleeves, pastel colors, no patterns—right in the August Arizona heat. I’m 34 weeks pregnant and overheat easily, so I sent her several reasonable dress options. She rejected all of them and told me to “try harder to blend in.”
After talking with my doctor and husband, I told her I couldn’t safely attend. She blew up, posted a passive-aggressive rant on Facebook, and family members started messaging me. Later, I learned she’d told friends she hoped I wouldn’t come because my pregnant belly would “ruin the vibe.”
So I stayed home. Many guests ended up skipping the wedding after seeing how she treated people, and her big day looked pretty empty. Weeks later, I gave birth to our healthy baby girl, Sariyah, and felt completely at peace with my decision.
