Our wedding day was nearly perfect — sunny skies, laughter, love — everything we hoped for. But one person seemed determined to ruin the mood: Jenna,

my sister-in-law. She complained about the heat, her dress, the photos — everything. While the rest of the bridal party smiled and celebrated, Jenna sulked,

rolled her eyes, and muttered under her breath. Still, Nina, my wife, tried to include her. “She’s my sister,” she’d said. “I want her to feel like she’s part

of this.” Weeks later, our wedding photos arrived. They were stunning — full of joy and light. Nina couldn’t wait to share them. But minutes after sending the

gallery link to friends and family, Jenna called. Furious. “You better delete every single photo I’m in,” she snapped. “If I see even one online, I swear I’ll

never speak to you again.” Nina was crushed. She had tried so hard, to make Jenna feel included. But instead of arguing, I decided to grant Jenna’s wish — to

the letter. That night, I cropped Jenna out of every single photo. Conveniently, she was always off to the side. When we finally posted the edited pictures,

Jenna lost it. “You ERASED me!” she screamed. “Like I wasn’t even at your wedding!” “You told us not to include any pictures of you,” I said. “I respected

that.” Silence. Then a click. She hung up. I expected Nina to be upset, but she just sighed with relief. “You actually stood up to her,” she said. “I’ve been

protecting her my whole life. Maybe it’s time I stopped.” Since then, Jenna hasn’t spoken to us.

And honestly? That silence has been the most peaceful wedding gift of all