After years of silence, my dad showed up to walk me down the aisle. I hoped maybe he’d finally changed.
But when the DJ called for the father-daughter dance, he stayed seated, holding his new wife’s hand. “I can’t. She already feels excluded enough,” he said.
I broke inside. But then my husband stepped in. He took my hand and whispered, “Let me have this dance.”
As we swayed, his uncle walked over to my father and said coldly:
“If this is how you treat your daughter, don’t bother coming in Monday.”
That day I realized — I never needed a father who chose someone else. I just needed the man who chose me, always. ❤️
