A week before my wedding, I found out that my fiancé was cheating on me. In tears, I came to my mom for advice. She, of course, supported me, but convinced me not to cancel the wedding, saying that everything had already been paid for, and I’d feel ashamed in front of our families. I can take revenge on him later.
I agreed, even though this didn’t seem right. The wedding day was the worst day of my life. And just before walking down the aisle, my dad noticed how I felt, pulled me aside to talk, and I confessed there.
He put his arm around me and said, “The main thing is that you’re happy, and everything else doesn’t matter. Let’s tell him goodbye together.” I told that prick what I thought about him and walked away with my head held high. And my dad said, “That’s my girl!”
