So, I got married June 2, 2018 to my amazing husband who I’m now pregnant with and we are at 14 weeks as of yesterday 🤍 he’s the love of my life!

Anyways, so his brother was his best man at our wedding and his mother and brother were on heavy hardcore drugs at the time. I told them if they wanted to be involved in my wedding in any way, they had to be sober. I stressed that so hard… well, of course come the day of my wedding, I was supposed to take his brother with me to the church I was getting married at so we could all get ready. My best friend and sister were with me as well. Well, I can’t find him come time to go to the church. He’s nowhere to be found. I call, text, blow him up and he’s nowhere. I have to go at this point to get ready. So I tell his mom to pick him up on her way to the church, she agrees.

It’s 2pm which is the time we are set to start the wedding and his mother and him are nowhere to be found…. I wait over an hour in my wedding dress and a full face of makeup with my hair done for an hour after my wedding was due to be set… I was full of anxiety trying not to cry. Everyone on my husbands side of the family is calling them to figure out where they are, and they finally get to the church. I’m absolutely furious at this point. He comes in the church high as a kite on heavy drugs… he’s cussing and just trying to get ready and once he does, we get married.

Well, fast forward to my reception…. He makes a GIANT scene crying and screaming saying I stole his brother… he obviously gets escorted away.

Now his brother is doing well and has been sober for 2 years now and is getting married himself. I’m good friends with his fiancé and she’s telling me they’re having this beautiful fairytale wedding that’s just going to be perfect in April and I’m the Maid Of Honor for her. I’m just so upset because I cannot get over how he ruined my entire wedding and he gets to have the perfect wedding while I watch…. I’m happy for them, don’t get me wrong, it’s just something that’s so hard for me to get over. I can’t even think about my wedding without wanting to cry.

Any advice on what you ladies would do if you were in my shoes to get over this?