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:

Professional wedding planning services, $35,000. Honeymoon expenses. Tuskanyany 3 weeks, $35,000.

Total due $70,000. Payment due 30 days. At the bottom, in Cathy’s careful handwriting:
You should feel lucky I’m letting you contribute at all.

After everything you’ve put this family through, this is the least you can do. I read it twice, then three times. The words swam before my eyes, but their meaning remained crystal clear.

My daughter, my only child, was charging me for a wedding I hadn’t been invited to. A honeymoon I’d never even heard about—and treating it like a privilege I should be grateful for. The coffee mug slipped from my numb fingers, shattering against the lenolium floor.

Brown liquid spread across the white tiles like spilled blood, and I stared at it without moving. 27 years of motherhood, and this was what I’d earned. Not a phone call.

Not an invitation. Not even the courtesy of a conversation. An invoice.

I thought about the last time I’d seen Kathy. Christmas dinner 18 months ago at her imposing house in Westchester. She’d greeted me at the door like an inconvenience, her smile never reaching her eyes.

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