But What About Me?

I feel tears in my eyes as I stare ahead of me at the couple getting married:

The bride looks stunning in her dress, a ball length gown with a trailing train

The groom looks handsome in his suit, a dark blue suit that compliments his eyes.

But these tears aren't for them.

They're for me.

I didn't want to be here.

I didn't want to come to this wedding.

The bride was my sister, who had forced me to come

The groom was my ex-fiance who had left me a month ago

When they found out my sister was pregnant.

How could they do this to me?

I loved him and I trusted her and they both stabbed me in the back.