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I banned my sister, two cousins, and my aunt from ever being part of my life again because of their stupid loyalty test. My family has this so-called “tradition”, but in reality it’s just an excuse to control people. They believe anyone who joins the family through a relationship has to prove their loyalty, and if they fail, they don’t deserve to be with us. I never believed in that nonsense, but growing up I learned to stay quiet. When I started something serious with my girlfriend Emily last year, I knew they’d try something. My sister Megan began making weird comments about how they needed to see if Emily would really stick around. My cousins Grace and Hannah kept asking if she would choose me over her friends when it really mattered. Even my aunt Linda dropped hints about some “special challenge” they were planning. I told them again and again that Emily wasn’t up for any test. No challenges, no games, nothing. This was my relationship, not their entertainment. On top of that, Emily was already dealing with her mom’s cancer diagnosis—she didn’t need their drama. But they just laughed and said I was being overprotective. Two months ago, Emily went out for a girls’ night with her college friends. I was at home watching Netflix when I got a panicked call from her friend, Jessica. Emily was stranded downtown at 2 a.m.—no money, no phone, no way home. Turns out, my sister, cousins, and aunt had approached Emily’s group at the bar where they were celebrating Jessica’s birthday. They pretended to be me, texting her from another number, saying my phone had died. The fake messages claimed I’d been in a car accident, that I was in the hospital asking for her specifically. But here was the “test”: I supposedly said she had to come immediately, alone, without telling her friends where she was going or why. Emily, being the loyal person she is, made up an excuse and followed them—thinking she was on her way to see me in the hospital. Instead, they drove her to an abandoned parking lot outside the city and revealed the truth: it was all a “test” to see if she’d choose me over her friends. Then they just left her there—no phone, no ride, no clue where she was. Emily wandered for three hours in the dark trying to find help. She finally came across a gas station and borrowed a phone to call Jessica, who had to drive forty minutes to pick her up. When I got to Jessica’s apartment, Emily was shattered. She kept asking why my family wanted to hurt her, why they made her think I was dying. The worst part? She missed the chance to say goodbye to her best friend who was moving to Seattle the next morning. The whole girls’ night was a farewell party Emily had been planning for weeks. My family’s stupid “test” forced her to abandon that. I was furious. I drove straight to my aunt’s house, where I knew they’d all be together—probably congratulating themselves. Sure enough, Megan was bragging about how realistic the “emergency” seemed. Grace and Hannah were laughing about Emily wandering lost in the dark. And Linda was defending everything, saying that if Emily really loved me, she should have been happy to prove it. I lost it. I started yelling about how they could have put Emily in danger, how they manipulated someone already stressed over her mother’s health, how they ruined an irreplaceable moment with her friend. They kept brushing it off, saying I was overreacting and it was just a harmless test. That’s when I cut them off, one by one. I told my sister she was dead to me, then my cousins, then my aunt. I blocked their numbers, removed them from social media, and told the rest of the family exactly why they would never see me again. They panicked immediately. Suddenly the test wasn’t so funny. Megan tried the “family loyalty” card. Grace and Hannah offered to apologize to Emily and her friends. Linda even said she’d explain everything to Emily’s mom. But I was done. I told them they had terrorized someone I love just to feed their need for control, and there was no fixing that. Emily didn’t deserve to be manipulated and abandoned for their entertainment, and I wasn’t going to normalize their toxic behavior. Three months later, Emily and I moved in together. She’s doing a lot better now, though she still gets anxious if I don’t answer the phone right away. My family has tried reaching me through other relatives, sending gifts, even showing up at my work. I haven’t spoken to any of them since that night. Emily’s family, on the other hand, treats me like one of their own.