My family wants me to cancel my wedding date so my sister can get married first.

I’m a 28-year-old guy and my fiancée and I have been engaged for about 18 months. We’ve been together for years and the plan has always been to get married next spring. We’ve already booked the venue, paid the deposit for the caterer, and locked in a photographer. All the big stuff is done, so I was starting to feel like we could just relax and enjoy the countdown to our wedding day.

But then all hell broke loose.

To set the stage a little: my family is big and pretty close. We have a lot of traditions and weddings are a huge deal. My sister, who’s 25, just got engaged recently. While I’m happy for her, she’s had a rough time trying to plan her wedding. The main issue—she’s been struggling to book a venue for the date she wants. And that’s where the drama begins.

She’s been pretty vocal about being envious of the venue we booked. Every time she brings it up, she calls it “perfect” and goes on about how her fiancé’s family can’t afford something like that. I didn’t think much of it. Lots of people talk about wedding envy when they’re planning, right? But I didn’t realize how deep her jealousy went until a family dinner a couple of weeks ago.

We’re all sitting there having a pretty normal meal when my mom starts making this weird speech about how amazing it would be if my sister could use our venue. I’m sitting there, fork halfway to my mouth, thinking it’s a joke. But she keeps going. She’s talking about how my sister is younger and, since her fiancé is in the military, there’s a chance he might be deployed soon. According to my mom, it just makes sense for her to get married first, and wouldn’t it be so lovely if we moved our wedding date so my sister could have the venue.

At this point I’m still processing, because—what? My fiancée and I had this date booked for over a year. Everything’s paid for. But my mom is dead serious, and my sister is sitting there nodding like it’s a done deal.

My fiancée is furious, and I can’t blame her. The whole thing is completely ridiculous. She doesn’t even say a word at the table, just gives me a look that says: do not even entertain this idea. So I politely but firmly tell my mom and sister that there’s no way we’re changing our wedding plans.

Of course, my sister bursts into tears. Full-on waterworks at the dinner table. She storms out, and my mom goes after her, throwing us the most disappointed look I’ve ever seen. The rest of the dinner is just awkward silence with my parents clearly uncomfortable but not saying much.

I thought maybe that was the end of it. Maybe my sister would cool down, realize how insane the whole idea was, and we could all move on. But nope. The next day my phone is blowing up—texts, missed calls, voicemails, you name it. It’s all from various family members and the general message is that I need to think about “family unity” and be the bigger person.

My mom must have gotten to them first, because everyone is acting like it’s some small ask, like all we’d have to do is snap our fingers and the wedding plans would magically change. Some of the messages are trying to guilt-trip me into giving in: it’s just one small sacrifice for the sake of family harmony, they say, as if moving an entire wedding is no big deal.

My mom calls and starts talking about how weddings are supposed to bring families together, not divide them. She’s going on and on about how disappointed my grandmother would be if the family couldn’t get along for such an important event. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there staring at my phone, feeling like I’m living in some kind of weird alternate universe.

My fiancée is understandably furious about all of this. She doesn’t even want me to entertain these conversations, and I don’t blame her. It’s our wedding, and we’ve worked hard to make everything perfect for us.

I’m feeling overwhelmed, so I do what any rational person does in the age of the internet: I turn to Reddit. I throw up a post explaining the situation, asking if I’m being unreasonable for refusing to change our wedding date. I’m half-expecting people to say, yeah, family comes first, you should consider it. But the response is intense. The post blows up. People are furious on my behalf, telling me to stand my ground and not give in to this crazy request.

Reddit support is great, but it also makes me realize how ridiculous this whole situation is. My sister even texts me an ultimatum: either I give up the date or she won’t come to the wedding—and she’ll make sure the rest of the family doesn’t either.

I didn’t think things could get worse, but now it feels like my whole family is turning against me because I won’t let my sister hijack our wedding. At this point, I don’t know what to do. I’m trying to stay calm and not let this ruin the excitement of our wedding, but the pressure is getting intense. My fiancée and I are on the same page: we’re not changing anything. But with the family piling on the guilt, and my sister basically threatening to blow everything up, it feels like this is just the beginning of a much bigger mess.

I woke up the next morning to a phone buzzing non-stop on my nightstand. Half-asleep, I reached over thinking maybe it was work or a random spam call—but no, it was family again. More texts, more missed calls.

My grandmother was leading the charge this time, urging me to do “the right thing” and keep the family together. It was like they’d all gotten the same script overnight. Everyone was suddenly on board with this idea that I should just hand over our wedding date like it was no big deal.

The guilt trip was real and I could feel the pressure building. By mid-morning I was trying to shake it off, but then my parents showed up at our place unannounced. They looked serious, and I knew this wasn’t going to be a casual visit.

My fiancée and I let them in, and right away they jumped into this whole spiel about family traditions. My dad was saying how in our family it’s always been customary for the younger sibling to marry first if they’re ready. My mom was trying to be more emotional about it, saying how torn up the family is and how she’s worried this whole situation is going to cause a permanent rift.

It was heavy.

My fiancée wasn’t having any of it. She stood her ground—calmly but firmly—letting them know that we weren’t going to move our wedding date. She explained again that everything was booked, paid for, and planned. Changing anything now would cost us thousands of dollars, not to mention the chaos it would cause.

My parents looked shocked, like they hadn’t expected her to be so direct. Then, out of nowhere, my mom broke down crying. She kept saying she couldn’t handle the idea of the family being divided over this, and she begged me to reconsider. It was brutal seeing her that upset, and for a moment I felt torn. But I also knew this was an impossible situation. Changing our wedding plans just to make everyone happy wasn’t fair to my fiancée or to me.

Before I could say anything, my younger brother—he’s 22—chimed in. He’s usually quiet when it comes to family drama, but this time he backed me up. He told my parents they were being unreasonable and that I should just do what makes me happy. He even offered to be my security at the wedding if things got out of hand with the family.

My parents didn’t really know how to respond to that, so they left—still upset, but maybe realizing they weren’t going to change my mind.

Later that day, things got even messier. My sister had gone on Facebook and posted one of those super passive-aggressive statuses—something about how “some people can be so selfish” and how she was “disappointed in the people who were supposed to be there for her during this stressful time.”

I knew it was aimed at me. But the kicker was how many family members were liking and commenting on it. More drama, more fuel to the fire.

Then my mom called. This time she wasn’t being polite. She flat-out accused me of ruining her daughter’s wedding dreams. She went on about how my sister was now talking about eloping because she was so stressed out from all of this. It felt like every conversation with them was some new layer of guilt.

But it wasn’t going to work. My fiancée and I had already decided that we weren’t changing anything. My mom hung up on me, still furious.

At that point, my fiancée suggested we go low-contact with the family for a while. She was right. The constant calls, messages, and Facebook drama were taking a toll on both of us. So we made a plan to step back from the family until the wedding was over and focus on us instead.

I reached out to our wedding planner to see if there was any possibility of my sister sharing the venue on a different weekend, just to see if that could calm things down. But no luck. The planner told us that the venue was booked solid for months. It wasn’t even an option.

Feeling drained, my fiancée and I decided to take a break from everything and plan a weekend getaway—just the two of us. No drama, no family, no wedding talk. It was what we needed to reset and get our heads back on straight.

Meanwhile, my sister’s fiancé texted me, apologizing for all the drama. He seemed genuinely embarrassed and said he tried talking to her but nothing was working. I appreciated the gesture, but it didn’t change the fact that my sister and mom were still in full meltdown mode.

As if things couldn’t get worse, the family group chat exploded. Relatives were taking sides—some were backing me up, saying this whole thing was ridiculous, while others were calling me selfish for not bending to family tradition. It was a full-blown family war, with people I hadn’t heard from in months suddenly weighing in on the situation.

It was all too much. I ended up booking a session with my therapist to help process all the guilt and pressure. Reddit was still blowing up with support from strangers telling me to stick to my guns and cut off anyone toxic in my life—and they weren’t wrong. I started to realize how much I’d been bending over backward to accommodate my family, and enough was enough.

I wasn’t going to let this drama overshadow our wedding. This was supposed to be about my fiancée and me, and it was time to start acting like it.

A few days after we decided to go low contact with my family, things took a dramatic turn.

My sister had what I can only describe as a full-on meltdown. I woke up to a massive text message from her—about ten paragraphs long—saying I had ruined her life and that I was responsible for destroying her wedding plans.

She went on about how she had been dreaming of this perfect wedding since she was a little girl and now that dream was falling apart because I wouldn’t give her our venue. She was throwing every guilt-tripping tactic she could think of at me, talking about how I was older and should be more mature, how she needed the venue more than I did because her fiancé might be deployed soon. It was completely over the top and, honestly, exhausting to read.

But I didn’t respond. I figured engaging with her would only make things worse.

Apparently that wasn’t enough for my mom. She escalated things by calling my parents and laying down an ultimatum: either I give up the wedding date or they won’t speak to me again.

My mom called me afterward, and I could hear the stress in her voice. She was trying to hold it together, but I knew she was struggling. She told me how heartbroken she was that the family was being torn apart over something like this, and begged me to reconsider one last time.

I told her that I wasn’t changing my mind, and while she didn’t say it, I could tell she finally understood that this wasn’t going to go away.

In the meantime, my fiancée and I had to start sending out our wedding invitations. But with all the family tension, it was hard to focus. It should have been a fun part of the process, but instead it felt like we were walking on eggshells. Every name we added to the guest list felt like another potential source of drama.

As if on cue, the family group chat exploded again. This time one of my uncles chimed in to defend my sister, saying that “family always comes first” and I should just let her have the date. More relatives jumped into the fray, and it turned into another back-and-forth of accusations and passive-aggressive jabs. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

But then something unexpected happened. My older cousin—who’s 31 and usually stays out of family drama—stepped in. She sent a message to the group chat saying the whole situation was ridiculous, and pointed out that my sister had a long history of attention-seeking behavior.

She basically called out the entire family for enabling it, which honestly felt like a breath of fresh air. Finally, someone else was seeing this for what it really was. The group chat went quiet after that, and I was secretly hoping that would be the end of it.

Of course, it wasn’t.

A few days later I got word that my sister had tried to book the same venue for the weekend before our wedding. She actually went behind our backs and tried to secure the venue. But thankfully, it was already booked for another event, so her plan didn’t work.

The venue staff must have seen this coming, because they contacted me to let me know what had happened. I wasn’t surprised, but I was definitely annoyed.

To make matters worse, her fiancé reached out to me again—apologizing profusely. He told me he had tried everything to get her to let it go, but she just wouldn’t drop it. He was clearly embarrassed, and I actually felt bad for the guy. It seemed like he was caught in the middle of this whole mess too.

And then, in a surprising turn of events, my parents finally came around. After hearing about the latest stunt my sister pulled with the venue, they told me I was doing the right thing by sticking to my plans.

It was a relief to have their support, but they still urged me to keep the peace with the rest of the family—which was easier said than done.

At this point, my fiancée and I had had enough. We made the decision to go completely no contact with my sister and her immediate family until after the wedding. It wasn’t an easy choice, but it felt necessary. There was just too much stress and drama, and we needed to focus on making our wedding day what we wanted it to be.

My fiancée’s parents, who had been watching all of this unfold from the sidelines, expressed concern that the drama might overshadow our wedding. But they fully supported us in cutting ties. They assured us that no matter what, they were there for us. And it felt good to have that kind of unwavering support.

Meanwhile, Reddit continued to rally behind us. Every time I posted an update, more people shared their own stories of family drama, encouraging us to stay strong and cut off anyone toxic. The community support was honestly one of the few things keeping me sane through all of this.

In therapy, I talked through the guilt and pressure I was feeling. My therapist reminded me to set firm boundaries. She encouraged me to stay focused on my happiness and not let anyone else’s expectations ruin this special time.

Then came the final straw. During my fiancée’s dress fitting, I got an emotional voicemail from my grandmother. She was begging me to make peace with my sister, saying she didn’t want to see the family divided. It was hard to hear, and I could tell it was affecting my fiancée as well. But despite everything, we were determined not to let this drama ruin our big day.

With my fiancée’s constant support, we decided to push forward with our plans no matter what happened. We were going to make our wedding day about us and the love we shared—not about the family drama that had been trying to overshadow it.

A week after deciding to go no contact with my sister and her immediate family, things somehow managed to get even worse.

I got a call from the wedding venue manager early one morning, and right away I knew something was wrong. The manager explained that someone had called pretending to be me, trying to cancel our venue booking.

Luckily they flagged the request as suspicious and didn’t go through with it. But the fact that someone had actually tried to sabotage our wedding hit hard.

It didn’t take long to figure out who was behind it. The venue manager gave us the date and time of the call, and everything lined up perfectly. It had to be my sister. There was no one else who would be this desperate or petty.

I was shocked—but at the same time, not entirely surprised. She had already tried booking the venue for the weekend before our wedding. Clearly this was her next move.

When I told my fiancée what had happened, she was furious and immediately wanted to involve the police. She was right. It was impersonation, and trying to cancel someone’s wedding venue crossed the line.

But I hesitated. Filing a police report meant taking this drama to a whole new level, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for the family fallout that would come with it. Still, I knew we needed to protect ourselves. So we decided to keep that option on the table.

The most painful part of all this was the silence from my family. After the sabotage attempt, I expected someone—anyone—to step in and call out my sister for what she did. But no one said a word. Not my aunt, not my other cousins, not even the relatives who’d been on my side before. It was like they were all pretending nothing had happened.

This silence cut deeper than the actual sabotage. It felt like the family was choosing to turn a blind eye to her behavior.

When I told my parents about the attempted cancellation, they were furious. My dad—usually the calm and rational one—