Hey Reddit, I’m a 21-year-old female (F21), and my girlfriend, Jay (F22), and I have been together for 4 years. Last weekend, her older sister Sarah (F25) got married, so we drove 5 hours to the wedding location. We arrived a day early to help with preparations.

Jay mentioned that we would be helping a little with setup, and I was totally okay with that. However, upon arriving at the remote location, I was told we needed to unload all of our luggage and then drive an hour and a half to the nearest Walmart for groceries.

After the long drive, I was feeling car sick but didn’t want to seem unhelpful in front of her family. While in the car, Jay’s sister Ray informed me that they would need my help cooking a dish—specifically a corn salad. They didn’t really ask; it felt more like I was being told what to do.

The next day, the wedding day, Ray woke us up at 6 AM, urging us to start early. I made the corn salad as planned, but before I knew it, I was cooking several other dishes as well. It was the wedding day, and I didn’t want to make a scene, so I went along with it. We started cooking at 7 AM, and the ceremony was scheduled for 4:30 PM. Jay and I took a break around 3:30 PM to quickly get ready, rushing through hair and makeup. Once the ceremony concluded and the bride and groom left for pictures, we were pushed back into the kitchen to finish things up. It was around 5:30 PM, and with dinner set for 6:30 PM, everyone began asking when food would be served. The kitchen was cramped, hardly larger than a closet. Because Jay’s sister Sarah didn’t want to take many pictures, everything concluded early, leading to even more pressure for us to serve dinner promptly. The floor was wet .While frosting cupcakes, someone bumped into me, and I got frosting on my dress. I went to the bathroom to clean up, and Jay followed because she could tell I was upset. I expressed my frustration, and she apologized, saying she didn’t think we’d be doing this much work. She assured me we were almost done and we could finish quicker if we all helped. Once I finished the desserts and finally got to sit down, it was almost 9 PM, and I discovered there was no food left. I hadn’t eaten all day and had been on my feet since 7 AM, feeling pretty miserable. After about 30 minutes of rest, Raycalled us to help clean, and I just said, “Okay, I need to use the restroom first,” then locked myself in a stall. If I had my own way home, I would have left long before.The day had already been tense, as Jay had a fight with her mom (unrelated) and was in a bad mood. All I wanted was to go home. Now that I’m home, Jay is trying to contact me, but I just want to be left alone. I feel mistreated and miserable; I thought I was a guest, not a worker. Jay is calling me an asshole for ignoring her, saying it was just to help her sister. However, I was never asked to help cater the wedding—I was asked to attend. So, do you think I’m the asshole for being upset about having to help her sister