My brother in laws wedding was gorgeous. Beautiful bride, heartfelt and humorous vows, grapevines and misty mountains as the backdrop. Even the light rain couldn’t dampen the joy. The one exception? The scowling, bitter, sister of the groom sitting front row and center. Joy of joys. This whole situation should not have come as a surprise. My wedding memories are scarred with malcontent and seething words of loyalty spoken through gritted teeth to my newly crowned husband. And no, dear reader, it was not I, the newly betrothed in frothy white touille giving the lecture, it was my husbands family. The “ones he should be loyal to above all else”.…