I took a step back from the forum to protect my mental health.
There is a mix of feedback here and I need to consider it all in to work things through. I have signed up with a counsellor (found through the BACP register).
@Flowers500 @Fairylights25 etc. It is factual that I was the only one left out (apparently due to my disability, which I found deeply hurtful - as would any other reasonable person) and had no one (in the know) on my side. That's not trying to make myself a victim. It's simply numbers. Me = 1. Them = Many.
You see my response as "revenge", I see it more as trying to get some balance. Surely, even you can understand that one against many is imbalanced?
Even if revenge was caught up in my emotional response, then that is an understandable human reaction that could reasonably be expected under the circumstances of being excluded due to a physical disability and being the new subject of yet another secret pact within the toxic family (whilst acting all friendly and good to my face). The peace was broken by my sister/mum first - I could not trust her or my mum after the hen party discovery. A little reading around the subject, "Revenge is a powerful emotional trigger that mobilises people into action." ('The hidden upsides of revenge').
I think you seriously underestimate the stressful impact of being one against many. I was trying to detox a toxic family dynamic on my own - and simply did not know how to untangle the mess and get out of it (partially because I was caught up in it myself). My own mental health was suffering and I needed things out in the open to breathe a little.
Like it or not, my sister's secrets were not her own - I (and other family members who knew) had the burden of carrying them too. For the secret to continue, I was required to continue lying to Dad. And I did not feel comfortable being part of that pact anymore. Why should I? I just experienced what it felt like to be left out due to her prejudices against people who are different in one way or another.
Getting things in the open did work out in the end - I'm pleased there was a good outcome for the family by getting it out into the open and allowing some air in to breathe. Dad proved my mum and sister wrong. So, my intuition to have him in the know was not off-centre (it was in the right ball park, which is evident by the outcome so far). Better out, than in.
Like I said, my Dad is not a monster. I know him to be better. He's the only one in the family who has never knowingly shunned me just because I'm the disabled daughter. He has given me chances that others wouldn't even give because I'm disabled; Dad has faith in people's ability to overcome challenges when they have the right level of support. So, I owe him (not my sister who expects me to 'suck up' being excluded due to a physical disability. WTF).
My mum and sisters had simply imagined how they thought Dad would react instead of giving him a chance - making my dad sound like a monster that played to stereotypes helped my sisters/mother create themselves as victims (or can you not see that side?). My Dad disappointed them all by not playing into the hands of stereotypes (yes, he has high standards and expectations, but that's not all he is about - he's a person who is capable of reasoning, thinking, feeling, caring and negotiation - he's not a simplistic stereotype from tv or tabloids.)
Also, after my Dad met my sister's groom-to-be, it turns out that it was the groom who was keen on my Dad being at the wedding and inviting some more people from the bride's side of the family to create more balance; this was reasonable given that the groom's family were also paying for the wedding and the groom had consulted with my sister. For my sister's groom, it was a relief that things were out in the open - and they could all breathe. I was not the only one who wanted things in the open just to breathe.
Our Dad has provided financial security for our family to grow up with a roof over our heads, food on the table, nice cars, nice clothes, an expensive education etc. etc. The least we could do was give him the courtesy of letting him know about a wedding within his own household. Give him a chance is what I was trying to say (albeit, after the hen party) - just as I wish that my sister had given me some courtesy and a chance too. But nobody was willing to give him a chance - and I felt like the only one capable of empathising because I knew how being excluded from the hen party felt (events like that are once in a lifetime; they're big).
Years down the line, I predict my sister will be thankful that our Dad was at her wedding. Time will tell on this one. On balance, it was better for Dad to know before the wedding and have a chance to attend rather than to find out afterwards or never at all. Sadly, Dad won't be around forever. So, my sister will at least be able to look fondly at her wedding that included Dad. By then, the ins and outs of how Dad found out might not matter so much, because the outcome was good. Time will tell... but I am quietly confident (based on the outcome so far) that I am not going to regret getting things out in the open; it enabled my sister to have her Dad at the wedding with rest of the family (except me, of course).
I might, however, mourn that my sister's hen party and wedding symbolically felt like a funeral of my death within the family.
@Cocomarine There is a difference between sympathy and empathy. Prior to the hen party, I had sympathy for my dad. After the hen party, that changed to empathy because I had better frames of reference of how it feels to be excluded because of other people's assumptions of what a person who is 'different ' is like.
I can see why you're cynical - and it does actually help to read your views, so that I can consider them too. However, whether I choose to embrace or reject your opinions will come out in the wash with my Counsellor (a professional to help mediate conflicting opinions and review rl evidence).
I have felt a range of emotions, including bitterness, hurt, you name it. It's a lot for one person to take on - that's not trying to paint myself as an 'innocent victim', just explaining that it's a struggle. I do not wish to remain in a toxic cycle or be embittered forever, hence signing up with a Counsellor and working things through.
I have learned the hard way that being a victim is not an option for anyone, not just me. Remember, I have a physical disability too. In the early days, I felt like a victim of my circumstances, grieved my former active lifestyle and felt my life was over etc. I soon realised that people generally don't like or respect victims, even if the victim status is legitimate, valid and understandable. Why we're psychologically hardwired to blame the victim. There is loads of research on it. So, I've wised up and strengthened up to not playing into the hands of victim blamers before - I just need to do it again, that's all.
@BitterTits @Solongtoshort etc. Thanks for your posts - you've helped to balance it out.
@MarieIVanArkleStinks @ESGdance Yes, I want to feel mentally stronger to cope better. It is still raw, but I'll work through this.
I'm sorry if I've not responded to everyone who posted. I have, however, tried to consider all points.
I have paused on the need to apologise to my sister. It might be early days. If I apologise, then it must be sincere and I'm a bit too all over the place to know how I truly feel and think about the mess.
I am distancing myself from the family. A poster suggested that the family will at some point resume a toxic cycle because they 'thrive' off it - and I agree that is likely because it's what we all know. So, I need to take the chance to escape NOW.
Being the Family Scapegoat is not all bad, apparently. I've read that it's usually the Family Scapegoat who finds the inner strength to make an exit plan and have the courage to leave the toxic family - because they get the rawest end of the deal (whilst providing psychological comfort to the rest of the toxic family's echo chamber). @Coronawireless - I do not thrive off being in a toxic family cycle in any positive way at all - but I can see how I too get caught up in trying far too hard to be heard and respected. I'm tired of trying to fit in where I'm not wanted; the fact it's family has made that acceptance much harder. Dad was always the uniter of the family, not mum.
I'm still keeping in touch with Dad. Dad loves me at least and accepts me even if I'm different from the rest of the family; I feel like a dead ghost and he's the only living family member who cares that I'm gone.
Maybe this has all been a blessing in disguise... Who knows? Time is a healer, so time will tell. I just have to work really hard rebuilding myself and my life. Self-care is a priority.
Anyway, I wish you all a Happy New Year 