My Daughter-In-Law Called Me “Too Involved.” When I Told My Son, He Said, “You Have To Apologize. My Marriage Has To Come First.” I Smiled And Replied, “Great. Now Handle Everything Yourselves.” I Canceled Their $65,000 Wedding, Took Back My House, And Sold The Car. Moments Later, I Heard A Loud Voice OUTSIDE MY DOOR…

Sophia’s name appeared on the screen, and I answered with the warm smile I always wore when speaking to my children. “Good morning, darling. How are the final dress fittings going?”

“Mom.”

Her voice was sharp.

Impatient. “We need to talk about the wedding.”

“Of course, sweetheart. What can I help you with?”

“It’s about the guest list.

You invited the Weatherbees.”

I paused, setting down my pen. The Weatherbees were old family friends—people who had known Sophia since she was a child. “Yes, dear.

Margaret and I have been friends for 30 years. I thought—”

“Well, uninvite them.”

The words hit me like a slap. “I’m sorry… what?”

“You heard me.

Devon doesn’t like them. He thinks they’re boring old people. And honestly, I agree.

This is supposed to be a young, fun wedding, not some stuffy old-person party.”

I felt my carefully composed smile falter. “Sophia, these are people who watched you grow up. Margaret was at your baptism, your confirmation, your graduation—”

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