Planning a wedding while caring for 8-month-old twins was overwhelming. Money was already stretched thin between the ceremony, reception, and daily baby costs, so hiring a babysitter was out of the question. I turned to my stepmom, hoping she’d be willing to help, but instead she snapped, “I’m not your servant!” Her words stung, and I calmly told her not to feel obligated to come if that’s how she felt.
On the wedding day, I focused on my happiness, even though she wasn’t there. Just as I was about to walk down the aisle, my dad’s phone rang. After a brief call, he turned to me and said she felt guilty, wanted to make things right, and was on her way—not just to attend, but to care for the twins so I could enjoy my day.
In that moment, I realized that love and family sometimes need time to soften misunderstandings. My wedding became more than just a union of two people—it was a step toward healing and unity within my family.
