My DIL Laughed at the Pink Wedding Dress I Sewed for Myself – She Never Expected My Son to Step In

So I wore gray. Beige.

Anything that didn’t make a statement. My life faded into the background right along with my clothes. No one noticed me.

I barely noticed myself, and just keeping everything afloat became the goal.

“That’s it?” I used to wonder while folding laundry at 2 a.m.

Years passed, and Josh grew up just fine. He graduated, got a job, and married a woman named Emily. I’d done my job.

The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.

I raised a good man. And finally, I thought, maybe I could exhale.

Then something unexpected happened. And it didn’t start with lace or blush pink or a wedding invitation.

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