I raised my daughter, Lila, mostly on my own and was always there when she needed me. Even after she had three kids, I helped—babysitting, cooking, running errands. But when I met Michael and decided to remarry, Lila’s attitude changed. Suddenly, she wasn’t happy for me—she was furious.
She accused me of “abandoning” her children and said I was being selfish. On my wedding day, she made her move: she brought her kids to the ceremony, let them run wild, and loudly told guests I was “choosing a man over family.” Gasps filled the room.
Instead of breaking down, I calmly asked her to leave. She stormed out, shocked I hadn’t caved. My heart hurt, but I knew I deserved a life beyond being her free nanny.
Later, she called, demanding I apologize. I didn’t. I told her I loved her, but I wouldn’t let her sabotage my happiness. If she wanted a relationship, it had to be built on respect—not manipulation.
That day, I married the man I love—and finally chose me.
