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Now today's first story comes from the

Am I the Assall Here subreddit that says, Am I the Assul here for kicking my brother out of my

wedding for making my fiancé cry. My wedding was this past weekend, and I'm honestly still in

shock over what happened. My fiancé, now wife and I have been together for seven years. We've gone through

everything together. Moving in, job losses, her battle with anxiety, everything. So our wedding day was

supposed to be our day to finally celebrate all that, right? Well, it was until my brother

decided to ruin it. In the context, my brother 30 male has always had a weird thing about pranks.

He calls them jokes, but honestly, they've been mean-spirited and embarrassing.

Growing up, I'd laugh it off or get mad, and he'd say I was being too sensitive, but this

time it went way too far. During our reception,

he got up to give a speech. I thought it would be nice. Maybe he'd say something heartfelt for once,

but no. Instead, he pulls out a fucking slideshow of hilarious photos of my wife, old ones from her

Instagram where she's crying looking vulnerable or just

super unflattering. And he starts making jokes about her weight fluctuations, saying how she

used to look like a twig when we first started dating and now she's more well fed.

My wife's face turned white. She started crying quietly and my brother? He just kept going, laughing like he was

the funniest guy on the planet. The whole room was dead silent. I saw Red. I stood up,

walked right over to him and told him to leave, right in the middle of his speech. I said he was done.

And I didn't care if he was my brother, my wife was humiliated.

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