A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.
When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.
Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.
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However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.
Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.
She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.
She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.
On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.
As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.
However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.
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When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.
On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…
A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”
“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”
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“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.
“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”
“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.
A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.
Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.
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“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.
“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”
Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.
“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”
Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.
So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…
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As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”
“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”
“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”
“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”
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Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.
“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”
Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents because they go above and beyond for you. Liza realized this when she heard her father’s story on TV and apologized to him for being rude.
- Everyone makes mistakes, and if they realize it, they should be forgiven. Edward forgave her daughter when he saw she felt guilty for what she’d done.
Tears Overwhelmed Me After Uncovering My Husband’s Scheme with My MIL, Leading to Their Expulsion from Our Home
At 27, managing a household with a loving but often preoccupied husband, a lively three-year-old, and a newborn feels akin to performing a ballet on a tightrope. My husband, Alex, aged 36, has been my steadfast partner throughout our shared chaos. We’ve enjoyed seven years of marriage, and we recently celebrated the arrival of our baby boy, Sam, just two weeks ago.
Our relationship has spanned nearly a decade, yet it took an unexpected turn last week. Alex’s mother, Kathy, had been deeply hurt by her second husband, and in her vulnerability, she turned to Alex for comfort. Without consulting me, Alex invited her to stay with us. Given her situation, I initially held back my objections—family should support each other, right?
That was my initial thought, until Kathy’s brief visit began to feel like an indefinite imposition. Kathy has always been vocal about her parenting beliefs, which she freely expressed during holiday gatherings. But living with her daily magnified her criticisms to an intolerable level.
Kathy continuously criticized my methods, particularly how I cared for Sam. Struggling with breastfeeding due to low milk supply—an issue I’ve come to terms with through numerous consultations with our pediatrician—Kathy viewed my use of formula as nearly criminal. Her rants about “squandered money” and comparisons to her own parenting left me feeling undermined in my own home.
Her criticisms extended beyond feeding. Kathy claimed my way of holding Sam was spoiling him, and she labeled my quick meal preparations for our daughter, Lily, as lazy. She would start her lectures with, “Back in my day,” dismissing the pediatrician’s advice and asserting her superior parenting knowledge.
The tension in our home was palpable. Alex attempted to mediate but often ended up making me feel more isolated as he struggled to balance his loyalties. My dread of facing another day of Kathy’s relentless critiques grew daily.
The breaking point came last night.
The atmosphere at home was charged with silent confrontations, turning dinner time into a battleground. Weighed down by exhaustion and the constant pressure, I sought a brief escape, asking Alex for a few minutes alone in the shower—a simple request for respite.
Kathy’s harsh response sliced through any hope of peace. She accused me of being lazy and gold-digging, suggesting that I was unfairly burdening Alex by asking him to momentarily step into a parental role. Her insinuation that I was reducing Alex to merely a babysitter was the last straw.
I had pleaded with Alex to address Kathy’s toxic attitude toward me and our household dynamics. Initially, he defended her, his maternal loyalty clouding his judgment. Yet, seeing the strain her presence put on me, he reluctantly agreed to speak with her. Clinging to hope, I believed we could overcome this together.
That hope was destroyed in the most painful way. Awakening in the middle of the night, I found Alex’s side of the bed empty. A chill of foreboding led me to the kitchen, where I stopped, overhearing a conversation that would crush any remaining trust.
“Listen, mom, tomorrow I will sell some of my wife’s jewelry and will rent you an apartment, ok?” Alex’s voice, once my comfort, now seemed alien.
Kathy’s reply twisted the knife deeper. “You know what she is like, how you tolerate her, she spoils your child. Doesn’t care about you at all. I’m not just telling her all this for nothing. I want you to be happy.”
Reeling from the betrayal, I confronted them, tears streaming down my face. I demanded that Kathy leave our home immediately. Alex tried to defend her, but it was too late. My heart wasn’t just broken by Kathy’s cruel words but by Alex’s participation in her schemes.
Overcome with anger and weeks of pent-up frustration, I erupted, “Go back to your own house!” My voice reverberated against our walls, contrasting starkly with the warmth it usually carried. “Mind your own parenting!”
Instead of support, Alex sided with Kathy. “You can’t do that to my own MIL,” he argued, aligning with her against me. His words felt like a betrayal, as if defending my dignity in my home was an act of cruelty.
Our argument escalated quickly, filled with high emotions and loud voices. “She has three other children she can stay with!” I cried out, my voice breaking. “What kind of husband lets his mother treat his wife this way?”
Ultimately, the house divided; Kathy and Alex left, the closing door marking a definitive end to our dispute. Left in the echoing silence, I felt completely isolated.
Feeling deserted, I turned to the only support I felt I had left—my sister and my mother. Their arrival brought some warmth back into the home, contrasting sharply with the coldness of Alex’s and Kathy’s departure. Together in the living room, I shared the full extent of the ordeal, my voice breaking as I recounted the painful events.
They offered me steadfast support, their presence soothing the raw edges of my emotions. Yet, despite their comforting presence, uncertainty about my future with Alex lingered. How could we possibly mend our relationship after such a betrayal?
As the night drew on, the emptiness of our house felt more pronounced, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Without answers, only the heavy burden of uncertainty remained, making the path forward daunting.
With Alex gone, my family rallied around me, their actions reinforcing their support. My mother, driven by protective anger, gathered Alex’s belongings and placed them outside—a clear symbol of crossed boundaries. My father joined in, supporting us as we faced what seemed an insurmountable betrayal.
Support also came from unexpected places. My in-laws expressed their disappointment in Alex and Kathy, offering words of comfort during this tumultuous time.
As we discussed my next steps, the reality of potentially starting anew without Alex became clear. Consulting a divorce lawyer seemed a necessary step toward securing a future for myself and my children away from the toxicity that had seeped into our home.
In those moments, surrounded by my family’s unwavering support, I contemplated the future. Though laden with tough decisions, their presence reminded me of the resilience within me. The journey to healing and rebuilding would be long, but I was ready to take it—one step at a time.
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