The Night Before My Wedding, My Parents Cut My Wedding

staring at the deputies.

At the reception, my parents do not stay long.

My father approaches once near the doorway.

“You’ve destroyed this family,” he says.

I look at him in full uniform, my new wedding ring warm on my hand.

“No,” I say. “I stopped letting you use that word as cover.”

His mouth tightens.

“You’ll regret this.”

The old line.

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