Okay, buckle up. I (25F) have an older brother, Jake (30M), who’s always been the golden child. Ever since we were kids, our parents bent over backward for him. He crashed two cars before 20—no punishment. I came home late once—got grounded for a month. Classic stuff. Fast forward: Jake's getting married to this picture-perfect influencer named Lila. Everything is aesthetic, right down to their "no kids, no red dresses, no sarcasm" wedding invite. Lila also doesn’t like me. Why? Because I have a dry sense of humor, and she once overheard me joking that their relationship looked like a business merger. So I wasn’t surprised when I got a “courtesy” invite to the wedding. But when I arrived? My place card was at the kids’ table. Literally. Right between a sticky-fingered 5-year-old and a pre-teen who kept calling me “ma’am.” And my meal was a kid’s chicken nugget plate. I tried to laugh it off, but during the reception, things got worse. They had a slideshow of their lives—Jake had every family member shown…except me. They even included our childhood dog. I didn’t even make the blooper reel. Cue petty mode activated. When someone asked who I was, I just smiled and said, “Oh, I’m just a friend of the dog.” And when Jake came over, fuming, asking why I was acting weird, I replied loudly, “Sorry, do I know you?” Dead serious. Right in front of his new in-laws. Chaos. Jake yelled, Lila cried, and I got politely escorted out with my nugget plate in hand. Now, half my family says I ruined their special day and acted like a jerk. The other half is secretly texting me crying-laughing emojis and asking for the video. So… am I the asshole?