I spent years working hard and saving every dollar for my retirement, so when my son David shared his dream of having a beautiful wedding but lacked the funds, I didn’t hesitate. After losing his father, he had always been the center of my world. Wanting to support his happiness, I gave him $85,000 — nearly my entire savings. His fiancée, Melissa, thanked me sweetly and promised that I would be honored during the ceremony. I believed her words and felt grateful to play a special role in my son’s big day.
On the wedding day, the venue looked magical with soft lights, flowers, and music filling the air. I wore David’s favorite blue dress and felt proud as I took my seat. But soon, an event coordinator approached me with an apologetic expression and explained that my name wasn’t on the guest list. Shocked, I tried to speak to Melissa, only to be told that the celebration was “meant for younger people.” Embarrassed and heartbroken, I left quietly, refusing to cause a scene and still hoping there was some mistake.
