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At our wedding, my fiancé, Michael Jones, suddenly announced without even talking to me first that he was handing over our house fund to his sister, Irene Jones, so she could get her PhD. His mother, Linda Jones, was grinning from ear to ear and yelling that this was exactly what a brother should do. My mother, Susan Warren, stormed up to the stage and pointed right at Michael as she demanded, "So, no house now? Are you planning to let your wife sleep on the street, or do you expect your PhD sister to let you crash at her place?" Michael frowned and sounded upset. "There is nothing wrong with renting a home. Young people can live a simple life and go through hard times together. We can't hold back my sister's schooling." His fake selflessness rang hollow and shallow. I looked down at the engagement band on my ring finger. Then I pulled it off and threw it right into the trash can. Since he cared so much about his sister and acted so selfless, he could have his close sibling bond. This marriage was over for good.