My younger sister married back in June--her second wedding and she's only 18. I live almost 200 miles away and need advanced notice to be able to get to my home town for anything. Originally, she planned for a November wedding that would be late on a Friday. While it would be difficult, I could make that. But she suddenly moved it up to June. Thankfully, on a Saturday. I kept those worries to myself.
While planning, she sent pictures of the bridesmaid dresses. My sister is a tiny toothpick of a girl and so are most of her friends. The dress was so short and low cut that everything I have would've been hanging out. According to my mom, I'm "built like a brick house". My nickname in the family is Jessica Rabbit, so it was a lot to be shoving in a dress that looked like some kind of frilly lingerie that a bag of skittles exploded all over. When she asked my opinion, I voiced my concerns about giving the guests a peep-show. She completely flipped out and called me a bitch for it. Eventually, my mom stepped in and she changed it to something that would work for everyone.
However, I fell and screwed up my knee. I wasn't able to walk for four weeks per doctor's orders, right before her wedding. She again freaked out on me, like I had meant to fall. She informed me that it was just a gravel aisle that I'd be walking...in a pair of stilettos while wearing a huge, bulky knee brace and standing through the entire ceremony. I had to use a cane just to go to my bathroom, but she didn't want the cane to be there.
Eventually, I asked my mom to have her remove me from the bridal party since I couldn't talk to my sister without a big tantrum and being accused of not loving her or caring about her happiness. I didn't want to take any attention away from her or ruin her wedding in any manner, especially since I knew there would be hell to pay if I did. She's my baby sister, I practically raised her despite there only being a three year difference in our ages, and I wanted her wedding to be perfect. So I asked to bow out as Maid of Honor.
It's now October and she's working on her second divorce, but she still hasn't let it go. She still throws it in my face every chance she gets, claiming that I don't love her or care about her at all. I was hurting like hell throughout her entire wedding and even helped her get ready, but she insists that I don't care and expected her marriage to fail--not this one, I hoped this one would work out for her.
In short...Was I wrong to ask to bow out? Was there another way I should've handled it? I tried hard to support her and help her, even shifting my bills and responsibilities around to help her when she wanted something. I tried to be involved and was until I couldn't take the verbal smackdowns anymore. My mother refuses to get involved. So I want to know if I was truly in the wrong here. Help. Please?