My sister thought destroying my wedding would make me break. Instead, it pushed me to finally reclaim my life—and the peace I didn’t know I’d been missing.
August 3rd was supposed to be the happiest day of my life—a warm California afternoon, forty-three guests, soft jazz drifting through a winery courtyard in Sonoma. After years of grinding through consulting gigs, long flights, and nights spent half-awake on airport benches, I finally felt like I had built something stable. Emily stood beside me…