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

There was no awkward silence. Just a slow, unexpected comfort.

The next week, we met for coffee. Then dinner.

Then another. It felt natural and easy… like I didn’t have to shrink myself to fit someone’s mold.

Richard didn’t care if my hair was frizzy or if I wore sneakers instead of heels. I could just be… Tina.

We’d talk about everything, including our kids, our past, and how neither of us really understood TikTok. He never looked at me like I was someone past her prime.

If anything, he made me feel like I’d just stepped into it.

Two months ago, he proposed over pot roast and red wine at his kitchen table. There wasn’t a violin playing or a camera hidden in the corner. Just him, with that crooked smile, asking if I’d spend the rest of our years together.

I said yes.

And for the first time since I was 27, I felt seen.

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