At my daughter’s $32,000 garden wedding, she looked me in the eye and said, “Mom, Dad—
My hands were trembling as I held the silver-wrapped gift box. Behind me, my husband of forty- five years stood frozen in his freshly pressed suit. The words hit me like ice water poured down my back: “Mom, Dad, you’re not invited. This is my day. Please leave.” She had no idea we could…
