They say weddings bring families together, but mine nearly tore us apart. I thought the hardest part would be watching my daughter marry my ex-husband… until my son pulled me aside and told me something that changed everything.
I never imagined I would live to see my ex-husband marry my daughter. I certainly never expected the truth to come crashing down on their wedding day — delivered by my own son — in a way so public my knees literally shook.
But the ending doesn’t make sense without the beginning.
I married my first husband, Mark, when I was 20. We weren’t some wild love story. We were… inevitable. Our families were old-money, country club people. Reputations were currency, appearances were law, and “suitable matches” were everyone’s favorite hobby.