It was a betrayal that couldn’t be explained away with apologies, nor brushed aside. Yet, I didn’t cancel dress fittings, I didn’t stop answering calls, and I didn’t tell anyone. Well, until I couldn’t stay silent any longer and told my father everything. How hurt I was, and how ashamed I was to cancel the wedding.
Everything was ready for the wedding. Our plane tickets were paid for and hotel was booked for our honeymoon. The guests had already rearranged their lives for that day.
My dad didn’t judge me and didn’t try to fix anything. He listened to me without interrupting me and then said, “Some days are meant to look like endings, but they’re actually crossroads.”
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant with that, but I trusted his judgement. At that point, he was the only person in my life that I actually trusted.
On the wedding day, everything looked picture perfect. The venue was exactly like I had always imagined it to be. My dress was equally perfect, and the guests were all smiling.
I walked next to my father and my heart was racing under the dress. Every step towards the aisle felt heavier than it should have. I didn’t fully understand why yet, but something felt off.
Halfway down the aisle, I noticed it. The aisle didn’t lead straight to the altar.
It was curved, but not sharply, just enough to matter. There was no clear end point, no moment waiting for vows. Instead, it slowly turned toward a side doorway filled with light, one I’d never noticed before.
I slowed down without thinking but then my father whispered, “Keep walking.”
As we reached the doorway, the place went quiet. The guests were confused, but no one said a word.
“Love shouldn’t start with doubt,” my father said. “And it shouldn’t ask you to shrink yourself just to get through it.”
There was no drama. I just left the place and felt as free as never before, and it was all thanks to my father’s support.
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