Growing up, my family experienced a significant change when I was 9 years old. My parents decided to adopt a sibling for me— a sister named "Lily" who was 7. Coming from a background of neglect, Lily was understandably timid and fragile. My parents and I went out of our way to ensure she felt welcomed and loved, showering her with toys and attention. When Lily joined our family, I gladly gave up my larger bedroom for her and even let her decide on the theme and cake for my upcoming birthday. I adored having a sister and fully grasped why she received more attention.

However, this pattern of favoring Lily's preferences didn’t end as we grew older. Every family outing or decision favored her choice, even the celebration of my own birthdays. Lily’s demands governed our family dynamics; any opposition resulted in her throwing tantrums. Although I felt loved and supported in other ways by my parents, Lily invariably came first.

Feeling overshadowed led me to seek independence early. I landed my first job at 12, opted to travel with friends rather than family, involved myself in various sports and extracurricular activities, and seized every opportunity to be out of the house. The day I turned 16, I took my driver’s test, bought a car the following day, and later attended college on the opposite coast.

Now established and financially secure, I revel in enjoying the luxuries and freedoms I felt deprived of as a child. My wedding with my fiance "Kip" was meticulously planned to reflect our perfect day. We decided on a unique color theme: yellow for my guests, blue for his, and green for mutual friends. I chose a dress with green embroidery, while Kip selected a green boutonniere.

When Lily learned about our plans, she became upset, especially with the yellow, which she claimed did not suit her. She flatly refused to adhere to the color scheme. Unperturbed, I made it clear that anyone not following the dress code would not be welcome. On the day, Lily showed up in purple, contradicting the agreed-upon colors. After refusing to change, I asked her to leave and threatened to call security when she resisted.

While the rest of my wedding proceeded without issue, my parents later expressed anger over my decision to exclude Lily, thinking the color scheme was a mere jest and labeling my actions as harsh. My defense that it was my wedding and my right held little sway, and Kip supported me against what he saw as unfair treatment by my parents. Reactions from other family members and friends have been mixed, some believing I shouldn’t have invited Lily at all, others suggesting I should have compromised.

Imagining this scenario playing out on a reality TV show, chances are it would attract strong opinions from viewers. Reality shows thrive on conflict and dramatic, emotionally charged moments like this. Would viewers side with me for sticking to my plans, or view me as overly strict for the sake of a color scheme?

How would you have handled the wedding dress code drama?

And, let's be honest... am I a bridezilla?

Do you think I am a bridezilla?