My Daughter Didn’t Invite Me To Her Wedding, But She Sent Me A Large Invoice To Pay For Her Dream Party And The Honeymoon. She Even Wrote:

I nodded slowly, filing this information away. “And what happens if those payments don’t materialize?”

Christine’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for her own coffee cup. “Well, we would have to… that is to say, without payment, we couldn’t provide the services.”

“All of them?”

“The vendors require payment before or on the day of service—the venue, the catering, the flowers, the photography, everything.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper now.

“If the payments don’t come through, there would be no wedding.”

I sat back in my chair, letting this sink in. Kathy had built her dream wedding on the assumption that she could bully me into paying for it. She’d counted on my maternal guilt.

My desperate desire to be included in her life. My history of saying yes when I should have said no. She’d counted wrong.

“Christine,” I said, my voice gentle now, almost motherly, “you seem like a lovely person, and I imagine you work very hard for your clients. This situation isn’t your fault. My daughter has put you in a terrible position.”

“What… what should I do?”

The question came out like a prayer.

“That depends. How much time do you need to make alternative arrangements? If hypothetically the funding for this wedding disappeared… for a wedding of this scale with just 3 weeks notice.”

Christine shook her head.

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