I've known my sister was going to get married for awhile now. She has been blessed with much better luck than I in the dating (and looks) department. She met her now fiance in high school and now, two years into college they are still going strong and have plans to wed right after graduation. Both sets of parents involved are thrilled and major preparations are already underway.
For the record, I have no issue with my sister getting married so young. I don't believe there is some formula to happiness that everyone must follow. I firmly believe that everyone has their own path and choice to make and I am not one to judge other people's journeys. Personally, if she can be spared the decade of bad dates and disappointment that I have had to endure, then I'm all for it.
That said, I'm having an extremely tough time with this all. I am older than my sister by 8 years. Engagements, marriage, even requited relationships of any kind are all completely foreign concepts to me. It's hard to see your much younger sibling have major life experiences that you know nothing about. Life experiences you deeply desire to have, but are stuck playing the waiting game for, while the nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that nobody will ever love you grows louder each day.
I wish my family understood my pain, but they don't. They are too caught up in the excitement of finally being able to plan a wedding, that they completely dismiss my hurt. Instead they accuse me of being selfish and I can't even refute their claims, because they are right. What I feel is selfish and steeped in the "why can't it be me?", yet I'm powerless to feel different. The pain that being forced to help my sister pick out a wedding dress and choose flower and bridesmaid dress colors causes is like enduring the worst breakup of your life over and over again.
I'm not sure how to cope with the best day of her life being one of the worst days of my own.