
18/08/2025
My son was remarrying after losing his wife. His fiancĂŠe didn't invite his five-year-old son to the wedding, but I brought my grandson anyway. I just wanted one photo of him with his father.
But the bride refused. "No," she said flatly. "Absolutely not. I don't want him in these photos."
"Just one," I said. "Just him and Matthew."
"He's not my child!" she said sharply, loud enough for the bridesmaids to glance over. "I don't want him in any photos. Please take him away!"
I pulled her aside and whispered, "What do you mean not yours? Wendy, he's Matthew's son, and you're his wife now. You have to accept the child!"
"No, I don't!" Wendy snapped. "We agreed it would be just the two of us. I DON'T NEED THE BOY. GOT IT?"
I was taken aback. So, at the reception, when it was time for the toast, I stood with my glass raised high. âŹď¸