Bride Doesn’t Want Her Dad in Wheelchair to Walk Her Down the Aisle until She Sees Him on TV — Story of the Day
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.
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.
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.”
“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.
“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…
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.”
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.
My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushes Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to my husband Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. In the beginning, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
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If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It all began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
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It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, stopping to show me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say, his eyes glimmering with admiration. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
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I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You know, you’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening as we were getting ready for bed. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. I saw every flaw, every imperfection. My confidence, once a source of pride, dwindled to nothing.
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But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started like any other but with a hint of excitement that birthdays often bring. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of vibrant flowers, their scent filling the room with a sweetness that felt almost out of place.
“Happy birthday, Nikkie,” Jack said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He handed me an envelope, his smile wide and proud. “Open it.”
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I sat up, curiosity piqued. An envelope on my birthday? It had to be something special. I tore it open, expecting perhaps a heartfelt letter, a romantic gesture, or tickets to a dream destination. Instead, I found a stack of cash. My heart skipped a beat, but not out of excitement.
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“Wow, Jack, this is… generous,” I said, forcing a smile. My fingers brushed against a folded piece of paper nestled among the bills. I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the words that seemed to scream at me.
“Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, clearly expecting gratitude.
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“Do you like it?” he asked, his tone eager and oblivious.
I stared at him, trying to process the audacity. “You want me to get… breast implants?”
He nodded, completely missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, Nikkie. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement. Just imagine the heads you’d turn.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that threatened to rise. “Thank you, Jack,” I managed to say, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”
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“Only the best for my girl,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I knew you’d be excited.” Excited? I was seething. My mind raced with the myriad of ways I could lash out, but I knew I had to be smarter. I had to teach Jack a lesson he’d never forget.
Over the next few days, I played the part of the grateful wife perfectly. “I called the clinic today,” I’d tell him casually over dinner. “They said the results will be fantastic.”Jack’s eyes would light up every time, not noticing the underlying steel in my voice. “That’s great, Nikkie. I can’t wait.”
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Meanwhile, I was formulating my plan. Instead of booking a plastic surgeon, I used the money for a complete medical check-up. I deserved to know I was healthy, inside and out, regardless of Jack’s superficial standards.
With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym, but not to meet Jack’s expectations. I wanted to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. Instead, I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed I was gone.
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I bought new outfits that made me feel fabulous and got a fresh haircut. My confidence grew with each passing day, and I started to see the old Nikkie, the one who knew her worth, emerging from the shadows.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked, wrapping his arms around me. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
I smiled to myself, knowing he had no idea what was coming. “You’ll see soon enough,” I replied.
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Jack remained blissfully ignorant, his excitement building as the day of my “surgery” approached. He had no idea that his cruel gift had ignited a fire in me, one that would soon burn down the illusion he had so carefully constructed.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible, Nikkie. This is going to change everything.”
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“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice that he didn’t catch. “It will.”
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. I indulged in a facial, a massage, and a leisurely lunch, savoring the freedom and self-love that Jack’s “gift” had inadvertently afforded me. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house. Enough was enough.
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When I returned home, the sight of Jack’s car in the driveway filled me with a strange calm. The time had come. He walked in, his eyes scanning for the dramatic change he expected.
Instead, he found the locks changed and his belongings neatly packed in boxes by the door. I stood there, holding the envelope with the remaining money and a new note.
Jack’s face fell. “Nikkie, what’s going on?”
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I handed him the envelope. “Here’s your upgrade,” I said, my voice steady and cold. “It’s time you find someone who meets YOUR standards.”
“Nikkie, please, let’s talk about this,” he stammered, his voice breaking with confusion and regret.
I crossed my arms, maintaining my steely resolve. “There’s nothing to talk about, Jack. You made it clear what you think of me.”
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He stepped closer, desperation etched in every line of his face. “I’m sorry, Nikkie. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought… I thought it would make you happier, more confident.”
“More confident?” I echoed, incredulous. “You think reducing me to a pair of implants would make me happier? Confident? Jack, what you did was cruel and shallow.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I messed up. I see that now. I love you, Nikkie, just the way you are. I was an idiot for suggesting otherwise.”
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I shook my head, the memories of his hurtful comments flashing through my mind. “You loved an idea of me that fit some twisted standard, not the real me. I deserve someone who loves me for who I am, not for some unrealistic image.”
Jack sank to his knees, pleading. “Please, Nikkie, give me another chance. I’ll do anything. I’ll go to counseling, I’ll change. Just don’t leave me.” I felt a pang of sympathy, but I knew it wasn’t enough. His words and his actions had cut too deep. “Jack, I’ve already given you so many chances. This is beyond repair. I need to move on, and so do you.”
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He clung to my hand, his grip desperate. “I can’t lose you. You’re my everything.” I gently pulled my hand away, my heart firm despite the ache. “You already lost me when you stopped seeing me for who I am. Goodbye, Jack.”
As he gathered his things, a strange calm washed over me. The weight of his expectations lifted, and I felt a freedom I hadn’t known in months. The best part? The gym had become my sanctuary.
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I made new friends, got fitter, and felt better about myself. My mornings were filled with sweat and laughter, not the silent resentment that had plagued me for months.
Jack’s life, on the other hand, took a nosedive. He tried to win me back, sending flowers and heartfelt letters, but I was done. My resolve was unshakeable. No amount of groveling could erase the months of pain and insecurity he had inflicted.
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Eventually, Jack ended up moving in with his mom for a while, drowning in regret and isolation. The last I heard, he was still single and miserable, a stark contrast to the confident man who once belittled me for not fitting his superficial ideals.
As for me, life has never been better. The gym, initially a place of solace, has become my haven. Each morning, I wake up excited to push my limits, not to meet anyone’s standards but my own. I feel stronger, physically and emotionally than I ever did in my years with Jack.
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I’ve also started dating again. This time, I’ve found someone who loves me for who I am, not for some unrealistic image of perfection. We laugh together, support each other, and most importantly, he appreciates me just as I am. It’s a refreshing and empowering experience to be with someone who values the real me.
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Reflecting on my journey, I realize how far I’ve come. Jack’s cruel gift was a catalyst, a turning point that forced me to reassess my self-worth and take control of my happiness. It wasn’t easy, and there were moments when the pain felt unbearable. But in the end, it made me stronger and more confident in who I am.
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To anyone reading this, remember: you are enough just as you are. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. Life is too short to live under the shadow of someone else’s expectations.
Embrace your uniqueness, nurture your strengths, and pursue your passions. The right people will love you for who you are. Stay strong, stay true to yourself, and never let anyone dim your light.
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