Sisters = Bitches

Okay, not really.  Kinda, but I don't mean it.  Well I mean it just a little bit right now, I'll get over it eventually. 

I have four little sisters.  I am two years older than the sister after me.  When we were little we were the best of friends and played together all the time.  We were home schooled so we had lots of time to play.  When I hit puberty things changed as it often does.  I was the "cool" sister who listened to Nirvana and wore tie dye with ripped Jeans and Kurt Cobain sweaters from thrift shops.  My sister, not wanting to be like me, started wearing Little House on the Prairie dresses and blossom hats.  She was known to wear over sized t-shirts with cats on them.  I started driving around town aimlessly with friends who had cars and she started going to sing in a church choir.  I had no older sister role model to look up to so I paved my own way in discovering who I was.  My sister had me to look up to and decided to go in the opposite direction.  Hey, that's cool.  Do your own thing, be your own person.  I was happy to not share the same interests or god forbid a wardrobe with her! 

This brings me to the true focus of this post.  My sister is getting married.  She just got engaged about a month or so ago.  The wedding is next summer.  Every one was happy.  Was.  Now I am not.  True to my blog name, I am now PISSED! 

My sister has decided that she wants to wear the same dress that I wore when I got married.  I am not talking about a white dress.  Or a white tea length dress.  Or a white tea length dress with dotted Swiss.  I am talking about the exact same fucking dress.  Okay so it's not exactly the same, there are about two very tiny differences, but it is essentially the same dress.  It has the same neckline, the same straps, the same back, the same overall shape and style, the same material (dotted swiss over the top of a solid fabric), the same waistline and the same length. 

She openly admits it looks just like my dress...her attitude is "I told you I loved your dress when you picked it, I wasn't blowing smoke up your ass!"  That's a direct quote from our FB fight we had last week about it.  This makes me furious!  I loved my dress and I don't want to "share" it with anyone.  Realistically I know that someone somewhere in the world has worn my dress to their wedding but that doesn't change how I feel about my sister deciding she wants to wear it.  I would NEVER copy anyone else's style even if I absolutely loved it.  I would be embarrassed to.  I don't understand why she doesn't want her wedding dress to be uniquely her own style and independent of anything any of her friends or family have previously worn.  That's what I was going for when I chose my dress and now I feel like she is stealing it from me.  And now she is acting all bitchy about how me being upset about her wearing the same dress is "shitting all over her day" and I'm not being supportive.  BS! 

Every one of my other sisters have just rolled their eyes and told me to get over it because nobody remembers what I wore anyway.  Yeah, that makes me feel better.  My mother lectured me about how It's my sister's day and she can wear whatever she wants and I need to be nice and support her decision. 

Here's the thing,  I literally could give two shits about any other aspect of my wedding.  She could copy every detail from that day and I probably wouldn't understand why but I would shrug my shoulders and move on.  But fuck with my dress and my shoes and I will cut a bitch!  I hate that this bothers me so much but it fucking does. 

I wish this was really me...

Thoughts?  Am I a crazy monster?

Ps.  This post didn't include any mention of TTC or babies or IUI!  Nada!  You are welcome.