Dad & fiancée exclude his daughter from their wedding after she bought a dress & shoes for it

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.”

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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.”

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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.

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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 Invited My Colleague to Secretly Introduce Her to My Single Grandson – My Heart Stopped as They Saw Each Other

Elsie just wants Josh, her grandson, to meet someone with whom he can consider settling down. When a young new teacher enrolls at her kindergarten, she thinks that she has hit the jackpot. But when Josh meets Allison, Elsie learns that they already have a connection.

I’m a meddling grandmother. Not in a bad way — I just want my grandson Josh to move along with his life. He’s 27 and spends most of his time at work or gaming.

During weekends, he stays at home, working on something around the house, or gaming.

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A person gaming | Source: Pexels

“You need to get out more, Josh,” I said. “I want you to live your life to the fullest! Don’t you want to meet someone?”

“I get it, Gran,” he would say, pausing his game. “But I’m just not interested in that at the moment. Work is taking up all my time and energy, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“You’re not getting any younger,” I said, handing him chips to snack on.

“It’s because you’re surrounded by kids all day, so you just want great-grandchildren,” he laughed.

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Josh wasn’t wrong. I was a kindergarten teacher, and I loved every moment of it. But I was done with the life of raising children away from their homes. Now, at 70, I wanted a quiet life of knitting and baking — a soft life, as Josh put it.

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I’m leaving my position at the school at the end of the year. And maybe it’s just maternal instinct, but I wanted to know that Josh would be okay and not so alone.

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Children playing with wooden blocks | Source: Pexels

A few months ago, we welcomed a new teacher at the kindergarten, Allison.

She was a few years younger than Josh, and I loved having her around during the day. So, of course, I thought about setting her up with him.

But I knew my grandson — Josh would never agree to an arranged date. He probably wouldn’t even show up.

The next best thing was to invite Allison over for dinner, where Josh would be forced to meet her.

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A smiling young woman | Source: Pexels

“Alli,” I said to her one day during school. “Would you like to come over for dinner?”

“Yes! Of course, I would, Mrs. Barnard,” she said. “Since moving here, I’ve really missed family dinners. This will be great.”

I arranged for Allison to come over for dinner on a Friday evening. She went on and on about coming early to help with the cooking or bringing things over.

“Please just let me help, Mrs. Barnard,” she pleaded, as she helped me put the toys away one afternoon.

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Toys scattered on the floor | Source: Pexels

“You can bring dessert,” I told her. “And call me Elsie.”

I loved her.

And I knew that she would complement Josh well.

But nothing on earth could have prepared me for the connection between Josh and Allison.

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A table setting | Source: Pexels

That evening, as I was setting the table, Josh walked in.

“What’s this about?” he asked, nodding to the table.

“We’re having a new teacher over for dinner, okay?” I said, putting the cutlery in place.

“Sure, do you need me to help you?” he asked.

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Cutlery in a jar | Source: Pexels

Allison arrived, her presence a breath of fresh air, carrying a cake with her.

She hugged me at the door and made herself at home — while Josh was still in his bedroom.

And then, the entire evening was turned upside down.

“Allison?” Josh’s voice came from the doorway, a mix of disbelief and an inexplicable hint of recognition.

“Josh?” Allison answered, her eyes wide. “Mrs. Barnard, this is your grandson? Josh?”

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A chocolate cake | Source: Pexels

Confusion wrapped the room like a thick fog.

“Wait, you two know each other?” I asked, my heart racing at the possibilities of their connection.

“Yeah, Gran,” Josh said, sitting down.

“How?” I pressed on. We were past the niceties; I needed to know more.

“Allison is my sister,” he declared, each word resonating with the weight of a thousand unspoken stories.

The room fell silent.

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A shocked older woman | Source: Pexels

“Explain, please,” I told Josh.

Josh isn’t my biological grandson. In fact, I had spent years of my life wanting a child, but I struggled with personal relationships. So, when I was 48, I took the plunge and went to an orphanage.

That’s where I met Josh. He was 5 years old and was a survivor of an accident in which his parents had died.

“Elsie,” Mandy, the social worker, said. “He’s a great kid! He’s curious, charming, and polite as ever. He just needs a chance to get out of here and live.”

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A smiling little boy | Source: Pexels

When I met him, he was a scared little boy who had lost the most important people to him.

“What about the rest of his family?” I asked. “Wouldn’t they come looking?”

“There isn’t anyone else,” Mandy said. “We’ve searched. Which is why he had to be separated from his sister, too. She was adopted three weeks ago.”

“And the family didn’t want to take Josh?” I asked.

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An older woman talking | Source: Pexels

“Sadly, no,” Mandy admitted. “They just wanted the youngest child we had, so that they could have as much of her childhood as possible.”

In the end, despite my asking for more information about Josh’s sister, there was just no way such confidential information could be given out.

I adopted Josh as his grandmother because I was already going gray, and I didn’t want anyone to ask him why his mother was so old.

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A smiling little girl | Source: Pexels

Eventually, on his 15th birthday, I told him the truth about the adoption — but nothing about his sister because I just didn’t have the information.

So, Josh has known the truth — or as much of the truth as possible.

“Tell me,” I pressed on.

“Gran, after you told me the truth about me being adopted, I felt settled. I mean, you had chosen me, after all. But I just felt that there was more to the story, you know?”

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A boy standing with birthday balloons | Source: Pexels

I nodded. I didn’t want to interrupt him. But I would choose this boy every single time.

“So, a few months ago, I went back to the orphanage, and I was told about a sister — Allison. And they were able to give me information because we were biological siblings.”

“And then, Josh found me on Facebook,” Allison chimed in. “We’ve been talking for a while. Although, he didn’t tell me the truth at first.”

“Well, I didn’t know if you knew the truth or not,” Josh retorted. “I couldn’t just say that I found your details in an old file at an orphanage.”

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A stack of old files | Source: Pexels

“I didn’t think that our first meeting would happen here, in your home,” Allison said.

“I think we need some dinner,” I said, waking up to get the food.

As we sat down at the table, I silently observed Josh and Allison’s reunion. I had absolutely no idea that there was a possibility that they could have known each other, let alone be siblings.

Josh ate quietly, processing his thoughts while he chewed. Allison’s eyes were glazed over — I wondered what she was thinking, and whether she was okay.

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Food on a table | Source: Pexels

“Gran, why did you invite Allison over?” Josh asked, pouring more wine.

“Because I wanted to play matchmaker,” I said honestly.

Allison started giggling, and soon the room echoed with laughter.

The sense of awkwardness that had initially overwhelmed me transformed into a profound joy — I had hoped to bring love into Josh’s life, never imagining it would come in the form of a sister’s bond long severed by fate.

But their roles in each other’s lives were restored.

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Wine being poured | Source: Pexels

Later, when Allison took it upon herself to do the dishes, Josh and I stood outside.

“I can’t believe this,” Josh whispered, his voice cracking with emotion as he turned to me.

“I’m as surprised as you are,” I said, looking at the night sky.

“You’ve given me so much,” he said. “And now, you’ve unknowingly brought Allison back. We’ve been talking, but neither of us had the courage to actually meet.”

The rest of the night unfolded with stories of childhood memories lost and found, of heartaches and hope, and the unshakeable bond of family.

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A man looking at the stars | Source: Pexels

As I lay in bed that night, the house quiet once more, I couldn’t help but feel that their meeting was predestined by some other force.

At least now, Allison will be in Josh’s life, in some capacity or another.

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A smiling older woman | Source: Pexels

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