Reddit is the place where people share stories of their life and ask fellow redditors for advice and opinion on the decision they make.
A teenage girl recently shared that her dad and his wife-to-be excluded her from their wedding and she explained the reasons behind that heartbreaking decision.
“I (f18) was always pretty close to my dad. Closer to my mom but I often visited my dad (about 3-4 times a week). A few years ago he started dating “Anna”. Anna and I always got along when my dad proposed I was happy Anna seemed like she would be a great stepmom,” she started her post.
OP said that she was overly excited and was looking forward to the wedding. She bought a dress and shoes, but then her dad told her that he and his fiancée needed to talk to her about something important.
“Well a few weeks before the wedding after I had bought everything (dress, shoes, etc) my dad and Anna said they needed to “talk to me” Anna and my dad decided to have a child free wedding which I get especially for young kids.
“Well turns out child-free means no one under 18. On the day of the wedding, I was still going to be 17 so, therefore, I’m not allowed to be at the wedding because Anna wants to stay true to the child-free rule even for the daughter of the groom and her about-to-be stepdaughter.”
Devastated, OP told her mom what her dad and Anna said to her. The mom was as heartbroken as her daughter and decided to take her on vacation so that she cheer up. At the same time, the mom told the rest of the family what her ex-husband did to their daughter. Understandably, most of them were shocked and angry.
Later, OP posted birthday pictures on Facebook and wrote, “I’m so glad my dad and Anna didn’t allow me at their wedding since I was under 18; I feel more mature since yesterday.”
“The family was freaking out asking if that was true and bashing my dad and Anna. I later got a bunch of texts from my dad and Anna calling me immature and a selfish brat and that’s why I was too immature to be at a wedding. I was talking to some friends and they said I was kinda an AH for doing that and I should have just let it go.”
Fellow redditors shared their opinions and agreed that OP wasn’t an AH for telling the family what her dad did to her.
“NTA. What kind of man doesn’t have his own child at his wedding? Anyway, they made the choice, if they believe it was the right choice they should have no issue about it being publicly known. Plus, people might well assume you weren’t there because you disapproved of his new wife or chose a vacation instead. Ensuring people know WHY you weren’t there saves your own reputation,” one person commented.
“The no children was made for you. I’m sorry but let that sink in. She made that rule to keep you out. You now know where you stand in their marriage…you don’t. I’m so sorry. NTA. I personally think it was EPIC. Harsh but epic. They deserved more than that. I would even update it with pictures of their texts,” another added.
A third wrote, “I can’t help but wonder if she purposefully pick a date before OP birthday just so she couldn’t go. If the dad & step-mom wanted to make it child free but make sure OP was there they could have made sure the date was AFTER OP birthday but to make it just 2 days before….. nah they didn’t want her there & was just trying to use that as an excuse.”
We believe the dad was not right for excluding his own daughter from the wedding.
What are your thoughts on this?
I Was Shocked When My Wife Gave Birth to a Black Baby – The Reason Changed Everything!
Brent’s life turns upside down when his wife gives birth to a baby with dark skin, causing shock and accusations in the delivery room. As doubt and feelings of betrayal threaten to break their family apart, Brent faces a choice that will test their love and trust forever.
After five years of trying, Stephanie and I were finally going to be parents. Stephanie held my hand tightly as she endured another contraction, but her face was calm and focused.
When the first cry filled the room, I felt a mix of relief, pride, and love all at once. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I let it out in a shaky sigh.
Stephanie reached out, eager to hold our baby, but when the nurse placed the tiny bundle in her arms, the mood shifted.
Stephanie stared at the baby, her face losing color, her eyes wide with shock.
“That’s not my baby,” she gasped, her words catching in her throat. “That’s not my baby!”
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? Steph, what are you talking about?”
She shook her head as the nurse explained that they hadn’t cut the umbilical cord yet, so this was definitely our baby. Stephanie looked like she wanted to push the baby away.
“Brent, look!” Her voice rose in panic. “She’s… she’s not… I never…”
I looked down at our baby and felt my world tilt. Dark skin, soft curls. It felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me.
“What the hell, Stephanie?” My voice sounded sharp and accusing.
The nurse flinched, and I noticed our families frozen in shock.
“It’s not mine!” Stephanie’s voice broke as she looked at me, tears in her eyes. “It can’t be. I never slept with anyone else. Brent, you must believe me.”
The tension in the room felt heavy, and everyone quietly slipped away, leaving just the three of us. I should’ve stayed, but I couldn’t bear the feeling of betrayal.
“Brent, wait!” Stephanie’s voice called out as I marched toward the door. “Please, don’t leave me. I swear, I’ve never been with anyone else. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”
Her honesty made me stop. I turned to her. This was the woman I’d loved for years. Could she really be lying to me now?
“Steph,” I said softly, despite the storm inside me. “This doesn’t make sense. How… how do you explain this?”
“I don’t understand it either, but please, Brent, you have to believe me.”
I looked back at the baby in her arms. The skin and hair were still a shock, but then I saw it: she had my eyes and a dimple on her left cheek, just like me.
I stepped closer and cupped Stephanie’s cheek. “I’m here. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not leaving you. We’ll figure this out together.”
She collapsed against me, sobbing, and I held my wife and daughter tightly. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, Stephanie began to nod off, exhausted from labor and the stress of the situation.
I gently untangled myself from them and said, “I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”
Stephanie looked up at me, her eyes puffy and red, and nodded. I knew she was scared I wouldn’t return, but I needed to clear my head.
I stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind me, and took a deep breath. But it didn’t help. I needed more than just air. I needed answers.
“Brent,” a familiar voice called, cutting through my thoughts.
I looked up to see my mother standing by the window at the end of the hall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was set in a disapproving line that used to scare me as a kid.
“Mom,” I greeted her, but my voice was flat. I didn’t have the energy for any lecture.
She didn’t waste time. “Brent, you can’t stay with her after this. You saw the baby. That’s not your child. It can’t be.”
“She is my child; I’m sure of it. I—” My voice faltered because I wasn’t entirely sure. That doubt was eating at me.
Mom moved closer, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t be naive, Brent. Stephanie has betrayed you. You need to wake up.”
Her words hit me hard. I wanted to shout at her, to say she was wrong, but I couldn’t. Some part of me whispered that maybe she was right.
“Mom, I… I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling the ground slip away beneath my feet. “I don’t know what to think right now.”
She softened slightly, reaching out to touch my arm. “Brent, you need to leave her. You deserve better than this. She’s clearly not who you thought she was.”
I pulled away from her. “No, you don’t get it. That’s my wife and daughter in there. I can’t just walk away.”
Mom gave me a pitying look. “Brent, sometimes you have to make hard choices for your own good. You deserve the truth.”
I turned away. “Yeah, I do deserve the truth. But I’m not making any decisions until I have it. I’m going to find out what’s going on, and whatever I discover, I’ll deal with it. But until then, I’m not giving up on Stephanie.”
She sighed, clearly unhappy with my answer, but didn’t push further. “Just be careful, Brent. Don’t let your love for her blind you.”
With that, I walked away. I couldn’t stand there and listen to any more doubts. I made my way down to the hospital’s genetics department, every step feeling heavier.
When I reached the office, my heart was pounding, reminding me of what was at stake.
The doctor was calm and explained the DNA test process like it was routine. But for me, it was anything but.
They took my blood and swabbed the inside of my cheek, promising results as soon as possible.
I spent those hours pacing the waiting area, replaying everything in my head. I thought about Stephanie’s desperate look, her need for me to believe her.
And the baby with my eyes and dimples. My heart held onto those details like a lifeline. But my mom’s voice kept telling me I was a fool for not seeing the truth.
Finally, the call came. I could barely hear the doctor’s voice over the roar of blood in my ears. But then the words cut through: “The test confirms that you are the biological father.”
Relief washed over me, followed by guilt so sharp it made me catch my breath. How could I have doubted her? How could I have let suspicion cloud my mind?
But the doctor wasn’t finished.
She explained recessive genes and how traits from generations back could show up in a child. It made sense, but it didn’t erase my shame for not trusting Stephanie.
The truth was clear
I made my way back to the room, the results in my hand like a lifeline.
When I opened the door, Stephanie looked up, hope shining in her eyes. I crossed the room quickly and handed her the paper.
Her hands trembled as she read, and then she broke down in tears of relief.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry I doubted you.”
She shook her head, pulling me close, our daughter nestled between us. “We’ll be okay now,” she said softly.
As I held them both, I made a silent vow: no matter what came our way, I would protect my family. This was my wife and my child, and I would never let doubt or judgment come between us again.
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