My Sister Made Me Eat in the Garage at Her Wedding Because ‘There Wasn’t Enough Space for Everyone Inside’

For months, I, Ivana, poured my heart into helping my sister Amanda plan her wedding—venue shopping, dress fittings, hand-making 130 centerpieces, and baking a five-tier lemon-raspberry cake. On the wedding day, I fixed her hair, retrieved her vows, and adjusted boutonnieres, all while neglecting my own preparations. But when I found no seat for me at the reception and was told to eat in the garage, Amanda dismissed my hurt, calling me “the helper.” Devastated

but done being taken for granted, I quietly dismantled my cake, packed it up, and left. At home, I ate cake with my friend Chloe, reclaiming my dignity. When Amanda called, furious about the missing cake, I told her I took back my gift since I wasn’t a valued guest. The next day, I donated the cake to a women’s shelter, serving slices to grateful women and children, finally prioritizing myself.