paying for the venue, Mom said our family was handling it.
Not that I was paying everything myself.
Not that her eldest daughter had already spent $47,000.
Just our family.
Admitting the truth would have meant admitting the Templetons couldn’t afford Jessica’s wedding without one person’s bank account.
And Diane would rather diminish me than lose face in front of Jessica’s future mother-in-law.
Over the next few weeks, the exclusion became deliberate.
Jessica stopped including me in vendor conversations.
The wedding-planning group chat I had created went silent.
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