Sister texted, “You’re not invited to the wedding. Goodbye, LOSER.” My mom added a heart emoji. That’s the whole sentence that changed my week—in blue bubbles, aisle 14 at Target, between candles and protein bars, with a cart squeaking like none of this was real. No “Hey, can we talk?” No context. Just exile, delivered by family plan. They went quiet for a beat, then the chat lit up again like nothing happened. A laughing-bride clip. “So true, all,” from Mom. Dad tossed a 👍 like we were picking