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Now, today's first story comes from ordinary bookkeeper 8115 and says,

am I the asshole here? For refusing to go to confession so I can take communion in my brother's wedding.

I 31 female have three siblings, 40 male, 38 female, 27 male. And we have a good relationship despite the age gaps between some

of us. My older siblings are both married and so am I. The wedding in question is my younger

brothers. My younger brother Luke is engaged to his girlfriend of a year, Emma, 28 female. She is nice,

I guess, but we have never really clicked and are just polite to each other.

Something important is that we are all Catholic, but not really hardcore ones and some of us are

even lapsed. I do believe this whole situation started just when I met her for the first time.

I look younger than Luke and it's always been a sibling joke that I'm truly the baby of the family.

Most people that meet us assume he is older than me, but nobody has had issues with it until Emma.

The day I met her, she kind of scoffed when I said I was happy the baby had a proper girlfriend.

She has this weird thing about being the eldest in her family and refused to believe

I was older than her until I showed her my ID. She has been hot and cold with me since then,

often infantilizing me or trying to have a sort of boss attitude. I just let her be and usually

ignore her since I have no time to try and beg for her friendship.

So I'm just polite and civil.

Always included when planning stuff, but don't really make an effort.

The family knows about it and we just shrugged it to different personalities.

Then the wedding planning started.

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