Big Fat Jip

My younger sister got married about 3 1/2 years ago. My parents, mostly my mother and step-father, paid for the wedding. I'm not saying how much they spent, but $25K is a lot of money. I was told that I would get the same consideration. When my boyfriend asked me to marry him last August, I assumed that I could start planning my wedding. I bought a dress, started picking colors, started shopping for vendors; all the things you do when you are planning the biggest party you've ever thrown. We picked a date that was a little less than 9 months away. Then, out of the blue, they told me that they couldn't afford to give me more than $5,000. "We were surprised", they said. "We didn't think you were ever going to get married", they said. "You're older", they said. "You're more established in your life than she was. You guys live together. You have a career."



Are you kidding me? I'm older? I'm more established? We live together??? I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful. I am not. I appreciate the fact that not everyone has parents who will give them ANY money for anything, even the most important day of their life so far. AND I am thankful that my parents have the means to provide me with 5 grand and are willing to do so.



BUT WTF?



Why does my sis get a big fat wedding and I get bupkus? So my fiancee and I are expected to pay for our own wedding because we're older? I just don't understand this logic. If you can't afford it, fine. But, you couldn't really afford it 3 1/2 years ago either.

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