My late mother once gave me a ring, a family heirloom that had been passed down through generations. She left it to me as her eldest child. My younger brothers never much cared for family traditions, so when I decided to propose to my girlfriend with this ring, it felt meaningful. My girlfriend, Olivia, was delighted. However, just a few weeks after I proposed, my brother told me that he too wanted to use the ring to propose to his girlfriend.
Im sorry, mate, I told him, but Ive already asked Olivia to marry me with the ring.
How can you give it to someone youve only known a few months? he shot back. And what if you break up? Then what happens to the ring?
My brother has been living with his girlfriend, Rebecca, for five years. Mum was very fond of Rebecca, but she never promised that ring to my brother.
I honestly thought you wouldnt marry Rebecca, I replied. Besides, Mum gave the ring to me, her eldest.
That row between us dragged on for some time. In the end, I decided not to invite him to my wedding. Still, I knew deep down hed find a way to spoil the day for me.
Predictably, he turned up anyway and created an absolute scene.
Ladies and gentlemen, he announced to the room, youve all come here to celebrate the happy couple, but none of you know that my brother is a thief.
I could feel the guests glancing at each other, whispering behind their hands.
His brides a thief too. They stole our mothers wedding ring together
The wedding continued, but honestly, the celebration was completely ruined. My wife was devastated. I didnt speak to my brother for half a year after that. I only kept in touch with my youngest brother. Not long ago, he popped over and told me he was getting married, and wanted us there. All I could think of was what my brother had done to me, so I turned down the invitation. Now everyone says Im heartless. My brother and I used to be so close, but now I have no desire to speak to him. Its hard to imagine ever forgiving someone who ruined the most important day of my life.
