My Daughter Married My Ex-Husband – but on Their Wedding Day, My Son Pulled Me Aside and Revealed a Shocking Truth

Looking back, we were two well-dressed puppets tangled in a string of obligation.

I walked down the aisle in a designer gown that my mother had chosen; I didn’t have much of a say.

Everyone said we were a perfect match — two polished young adults raised with every opportunity, gliding into the life our families had mapped out.

And for a while, we believed it.

I gave birth to our daughter, Rowan, the same year we got married, and our son, Caleb, two years later. For years, Mark and I kept up the show. We had holiday cards taken with professional photographers, hosted charity functions and dinner parties, and smiled through social obligations.

Our home even had a manicured lawn and perfect home decor.

But inside our walls, behind the curated Christmas photos, we were quietly suffocating while drifting apart.

Being products of privilege didn’t prepare us emotionally for being in a loveless marriage.

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