When my parents split, I ended up living with Mom. It was just the two of us against the world, or at least that's how it felt. Then, out of the blue, Andrew came into her life. He was kind, a bit too traditional for my taste, but he made her smile - that kind of smile she hadn't had since Dad left. So, when he proposed, I was genuinely happy for them.
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I threw myself into the wedding planning, picking out her dress, decorations, and even the perfect restaurant for the reception. It was like a dream, our little project, until everything came crashing down.
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A week before the wedding, Mom sat me down. Her eyes were anxious, hands fidgeting in her lap. "Honey," she began, her voice trembling, "I need to tell you something." That's when she dropped the bombshell. Andrew's parents, it turned out, were super religious. They didn't know Mom had been married before, let alone that she had a daughter from that marriage. Andrew had kept our existence a secret, fearing their judgment.
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The next part was like a punch in the gut. "They should not see you at the wedding," she said, barely above a whisper. I was stunned, angry, and heartbroken all at once. How could they? How could he? And worst of all, how could Mom agree to this? But despite my disappointment, I swallowed my hurt and put on a brave face, I knew It was so hard for her too. It's not an excuse for me, but being caught in a net of lies, wanting to be with a beloved man, made me somehow close my eyes.
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I watched from a distance as the big day arrived. I was crying all morning seeing my mom preparing. I've put so much of myself into making my mom's wedding perfect, but in the end only got betrayed.
But as fate would have it, their wedding was nothing short of a catastrophe. The cake toppled over, a pipe burst in the middle of the ceremony, and the best man lost the rings. It was like watching a comedy of errors, only real. Moreover, someone, maybe being drunk, brought up a conversation about Mom's previous marriage, and in the end, all her secrets were revealed.
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As I heard about the disastrous turn of events, a bittersweet satisfaction washed over me. It seemed like a twisted form of justice, a consequence of the lies and secrets that had tainted what should have been a day of love and unity.
But seeing Mom's face, her disappointment and embarrassment, broke my heart. Despite everything, I couldn't hate her or even Andrew. They were just caught up in societal prejudice.
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In the aftermath, Mom and I had a long talk. Tears were shed, apologies made, and I realized that no matter what, she was still my mom. I loved her, even if her choices hurt me. And as for Andrew, well, he learned a hard lesson about honesty and family.
