I agreed to bring my daughter to her father’s wedding for just an hour. What his new wife did to her during the family photos left me shaken. The woman thought she’d gotten away after hurting my child.
She was sorely mistaken. Some moments don’t go unnoticed, and karma isn’t blind. My name is Laura.
The one thing we never compromised on was our daughter Sophie, who’s five years old and still believes everyone she loves should naturally belong together. She doesn’t fully understand divorce yet. But she was about to learn a harsh lesson about family.
When Eric called me a week before his wedding to Natalie, I knew what he wanted before he said it. “Laura,” he started carefully, “I want Sophie at the wedding. Not you…I understand if you don’t want to be there.
But Sophie is my daughter, and I don’t want her to feel left out.”
His request seemed innocent enough at the time. I felt my shoulders tense because the idea of walking into his new life made my stomach twist. “Eric, I’m not showing up at your wedding like some awkward guest.
That’s not healthy for anyone.”Continue reading…