There are certain unspoken rules in families, a sort of sibling code of conduct that keeps the peace. You don’t tell on them for sneaking in late, you don’t use their stuff without asking, and you definitely, under any circumstances, do not date their serious ex. It’s a line so sacred it’s practically etched in stone. But what happens when that line is crossed? One reader wrote to us about the Thanksgiving dinner where a shocking secret was served up alongside the stuffing, and the resulting chaos was anything but a family feast.
I used to love Thanksgiving. Now, the thought of turkey and cranberry sauce just gives me a feeling of dread. I spent last year’s holiday watching my entire family implode after my sister walked in with her new girlfriend, who just so happened to be the woman who broke my heart a year earlier.
The Ghost of Girlfriends Past
My ex, Jenna, and I were together for four years. We lived together, we had a dog, and I was shopping for a ring. The breakup was the most painful experience of my life. It was messy, drawn-out, and it left me completely shattered. Through it all, my younger sister, Laura, was my rock. She was the one who listened to me vent for hours, who told me I was better off without Jenna, and who advised me to block her on everything and “never look back.” She was my biggest supporter. Or so I thought.
The Uninvited Guest
Fast forward a year. I’m finally feeling like myself again. I’m at my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, the whole extended family is there, and the vibe is warm and festive. The doorbell rings, and my sister Laura walks in, a little late. But she’s not alone. Trailing right behind her, looking incredibly nervous, is Jenna.
My brain short-circuited. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I thought maybe she ran into her and awkwardly invited her? My mom looked just as confused as I felt. The whole room went quiet. Laura took a deep breath, plastered on a brave smile, and made the announcement that detonated our family. “Everyone,” she said, taking Jenna’s hand. “I know this is a surprise, but Jenna and I are together. We’ve been seeing each other for six months, and I wanted to bring her today because I love her, and she’s part of this family now.”
Pass the Gravy and the Betrayal
The silence was deafening. Six months. She had been lying to my face, to our whole family, for half a year. The sister who held my hand while I cried over this woman was secretly dating her behind my back. I saw red.
I stood up and just lost it. I asked her how she could do this to me. I reminded her of all the nights she spent telling me how terrible Jenna was for me. The whole thing devolved into a massive shouting match. Laura cried that she “couldn’t help who she fell in love with.” Jenna tried to say she “never meant to hurt me,” and I told her I didn’t want to hear a word from her.
My parents were trying to calm everyone down, pleading, “Can’t we just have a peaceful dinner?” while aunts, uncles, and cousins just stared into their mashed potatoes like it was the most interesting food they’d ever seen. The entire holiday was a trainwreck. I ended up grabbing my coat and storming out, leaving the ruins of our Thanksgiving behind.
Now, I’m the bad guy. My sister and my ex are telling everyone I’m being immature and can’t be “happy for them.” My parents want me to apologize to everyone for “ruining the holiday.” I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. I was the one who was lied to and betrayed by two of the closest people in my life. AITA for refusing to speak to either of them, let alone apologize, until they acknowledge how badly they hurt me?
Navigating the complexities of family and relationships is never easy, but this situation is a certified minefield. On one hand, you have a sister who claims to have found love, and who has a right to her own happiness. On the other hand, she achieved that happiness through a six-month-long deception that betrayed her brother’s trust in the most painful way possible. Bringing his ex to Thanksgiving as a surprise guest was not just ripping off a band-aid; it was setting off a bomb at the dinner table.
What do you think, readers? Should the brother get over it and be happy for his sister, or was her deception a cardinal sin of sibling loyalty from which there is no coming back? Sound off in the comments.
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