When I Asked What Time The Engagement Dinner Was, My Daughter Replied, “Oh… We Already Had It Yesterday. Just Close Family.” A Week Later, She Called Me In A Rush: “The Payment Didn’t Process. Did You Forget To Cover It?” I Simply Said,

A text from Zoe. Hey, Mom. Can you pick up some groceries for us?

Running late from wedding stuff. Just the usual. Thanks.

The usual. As if I were hired help. As if the $17,000 I’d unknowingly funded her dream wedding with meant nothing.

As if I were nothing. I set the phone face down and returned to the statement, running calculations in my head. My monthly pension was $2,800.

After the mortgage, utilities, and basic expenses, I had perhaps $400 left each month. At this rate, paying off Zoe’s wedding would take me…

The front door slammed, followed by the familiar sound of my son Jerry’s heavy footsteps. He’d moved back in six months ago after his divorce, claiming he needed time to get back on his feet.

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