Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

out some more relationship stories and if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider?

I think that like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

Let's crack on with today's first story.

Much love, guys.

Now, today's first story does have a warning in front

of it. It does contain death of a pet. So if you do want to skip the story, please feel free to do so.

Time Stamps are down in the description and along the timeline below. And we start off.

To make a novel short, My Female 27, Brother, Male 30 30, met his future wife, female 28, Ella,

at a party three years ago.

Honestly, we never got along, but I always tried to put up a peaceful front because my brother

seemed blissfully happy with her.

Ella was mean to me a lot, like a lot.

She'd make comments about my weight, my makeup and especially

my dog. She hated animals and hated that I would bring my lab, toast, to my parents or my

brother's house. It always just felt like something aimed to hurt me. When the two got engaged,

she asked me to be her maid of honor since she has no sisters or

many girlfriends, and since my brother seemed thrilled, I obliged. What I failed to realize

when I accepted the role was that to be her maid of honor meant planning the entire wedding. Like

I was booking venues, florists, a jazz band, everything. Even worse, she expected me to put my credit card down for all of it.

My brother and her are not exactly well off, and since I have a well-paying job, I didn't mind holding

the deposits, but it was starting to add up to a lot. Every time I asked Ella about it, she would

...