I Couldn’t Attend My Daughter’s Wedding In Paris – The Same Wedding I Helped Pay For. She Told Me By Email: “If You Want To Be A Part Of It, You Can Watch Online.” So I Just Said, “Sure. Enjoy Your Big Day.” The Next Morning, She Kept Calling Me.

I felt a wave of heat rise to my face. “What did she say?”

“I didn’t see it myself, but according to Rebecca, it was a long rant about how you’ve ruined her wedding because you’re jealous of her happiness and always try to make everything about yourself.”

He grimaced. “There were quite a few comments supporting her.”

The betrayal stung, but not as much as it once might have.

“Of course there were,” I said. “She’s always been good at playing the victim.”

“For what it’s worth,” he added, “Rebecca took your side. Said it was unbelievably tacky to badmouth your own mother online, especially when she’s been bankrolling your life.”

I managed to smile.

“Please thank her for me.”

After Robert left, I sat staring at my blank computer screen. So Natalie had taken our private conflict public. It was a familiar pattern.

Whenever she felt cornered, she’d seek external validation—rallying others to her defense. As a teenager, she’d complain to her friend’s parents about my unfair rules. In college, she’d post cryptic social media updates that painted me as controlling or out of touch.

But this was different. This was a direct attack designed to shame me into submission. I turned my phone back on.

It immediately began buzzing with notifications. Twenty-seven new messages. Fourteen missed calls.

Five voicemails. I ignored them all and opened Facebook. Natalie’s post was at the top of my feed already, with over a hundred comments and shares.

To everyone who’s been asking about wedding updates, it’s with a broken heart that I have to tell you Marcel and I are scrambling to save our day. My own mother has decided to withdraw financial support that she promised us. All because she’s upset about not being physically present at the ceremony, even though we arranged for her to watch live.

She’s known about these plans for months, but waited until the last minute to pull this stunt, causing us to lose our venue and possibly more. I’m devastated that someone who’s supposed to love me unconditionally would sabotage the most important day of my life out of pure spite. The comments were exactly what I’d expected.

OMG, that’s horrible. Mothers should support their children no matter what. So selfish of her.

I’m so sorry you’re going through this. Who does that to their own daughter? I scrolled through them, feeling oddly detached, until I reached one that made me pause.

Wait, you uninvited your mom from your wedding and expected her to pay for it? That seems off. Natalie had replied immediately.

She wasn’t uninvited. The ceremony is just very intimate because of cultural traditions on Marcel’s side. She was always going to be included via livestream and she agreed to this arrangement months ago.

Another commenter had jumped in. Still weird to take someone’s money but not let them attend in person. Natalie again.

You don’t understand the situation. Please don’t judge without knowing all the facts. I put the phone down, suddenly exhausted by the familiar dance.

Natalie twisting the truth. Painting herself as the reasonable one, the victim. Dismissing any perspective that challenged her narrative.

I’d spent years accepting her version of reality, doubting my own feelings and perceptions when they conflicted with hers. No more. I picked up the phone and called Justin.

He answered on the first ring. “Mom, finally. Have you seen what Natalie posted?

It’s getting out of hand.”

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