AM I THE JERK REFUSING TO HELP MY SISTER PAY FOR HER WEDDING? -RS

Growing up, I always felt like I lived in my sister Emily’s shadow. Emily, who’s 26, was the “golden child,” the one who could do no wrong, while I, now 28, was often left feeling like an afterthought. If Emily wanted something, it always seemed to magically appear, while I had to work twice as hard just to be noticed.

This dynamic carried over into adulthood, where I started to notice a troubling pattern: whenever Emily had a problem, it was assumed that I would drop everything to support her, no matter the cost to me.

A few months ago, Emily announced her plans for an extravagant destination wedding. We’re talking designer dresses, a high-end venue, and all the bells and whistles. While I was happy for her, I knew this wedding was going to cost a fortune.

Sure enough, she soon came to me asking for a $10,000 loan to help cover the expenses. Apparently, our older sibling—who’s much better off financially—had already agreed to contribute, and it was just “expected” that I’d do the same.

Here’s the thing: I don’t have $10,000 lying around. I’ve been working hard to pay off my student loans and save for my own future. I’m not exactly living paycheck to paycheck, but I’m far from being in a position to fund a lavish wedding. I explained to Emily, as gently as I could, that I couldn’t afford to help. That’s when things spiraled.

She reminded me of a time a couple of years ago when she lent me money during a health crisis, implying that I owed her this. While I’m grateful for her help back then, I don’t think it’s fair to compare a life-or-death situation to a luxury event. I offered to help in smaller ways—like pitching in a few hundred dollars or helping with decorations—but she dismissed these gestures as “not enough.” To her, anything less than $10,000 was unacceptable.

Emily didn’t stop there. She went to the rest of the family, telling them I was selfish and unsupportive. Before I knew it, I was being bombarded with calls and messages from relatives, most of whom sided with her. My mom, in particular, has been relentless, repeating phrases like “family sticks together” and “it’s her big day.”

The guilt trips have been overwhelming, but I’ve stayed firm. I refuse to jeopardize my financial stability for a wedding—no matter how big the day is.

It hasn’t been easy to stand my ground. The situation has dredged up a lot of unresolved feelings from childhood, like how I was always made to feel like the black sheep compared to Emily. I can’t help but wonder if this deep-seated resentment is coloring my perspective. But at the end of the day, I know this isn’t just about old wounds. It’s about setting boundaries and not letting myself be pressured into making decisions that hurt me.

To her credit, Emily isn’t entirely wrong—family should help each other out. But help has to be reasonable and sustainable. I tried to explain this to her, but it fell on deaf ears. The tension in the family is palpable, with some relatives (mostly from my dad’s side) supporting me, while others have taken Emily’s side.

I don’t know if this will ever blow over completely, but I’ve decided not to let guilt dictate my decisions. I’m focusing on getting my finances in order and building a stable future for myself. I hope Emily can understand that someday, but for now, I’m just trying to maintain my boundaries and navigate the fallout as peacefully as possible.

So, am I really the jerk for refusing to help pay for her wedding?