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“Raise your glass to the daughter who finally found someone desperate enough to marry her.”
My father said that into a microphone at my wedding, in front of 187 guests.
My fiancé didn’t laugh.
He stood up, walked to the projector that was supposed to show our engagement photos, and plugged in a USB drive he’d been carrying in his vest pocket for eight months.
“Let’s talk about what you did instead,” he said.
What happened next made my father’s biggest business partner walk out, my mother file for separation that same night, and my brother apologize to me for the first time in thirty-three years.
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