My fiancée, 25F, and I, 24F, have been together for the last nine years. Our relationship began in the halls of our high school. We were those stereotypical high school sweethearts. We went to prom together. We snuck into each other’s classes. We planned a future filled with love and adventure. So, when she proposed to me two years ago, it felt like everything was falling into place. But life has a way of throwing curveballs. For us, that meant postponing our wedding multiple times due to financial issues. Finally, after years of saving and planning, we managed to set a date: October 27th of this year. We were over the moon when we sent out the invitations on July 14th. We knew that our special day was finally becoming a reality.
However, despite the excitement, there was a dark cloud looming over our big day. I had a strained relationship with my father’s side of the family, particularly my stepmother. My relationship with my dad has been complicated, to say the least. When I was 16, he kicked me out of the house and effectively replaced me with his new wife. From then on, our relationship was distant and uncomfortable, only seeing each other over summers until I was 19. After that, our interactions dwindled to the occasional short weekend visit. The tension between us has only grown over the years, and the main reason for this is my stepmother.
My stepmother and I have never seen eye to eye. We would constantly butt heads, and she was often unnecessarily cruel to both me and my younger brother, 19M. Despite this, my brother continues to live with them, although I can’t say that I fully understand why. When I was 18, my father and stepmother had another child together, a daughter who is now six years old. I love my sister dearly, but her birth marked the point when I decided to stop visiting my father altogether. It became too difficult to be around them, and the distance between us only grew.
The situation became even more complicated when it came to my fiancée. My fiancée is Mexican. We’re a queer couple. These are two aspects of our lives that my stepmother has not taken kindly to. From the moment she found out about our relationship, she has been nothing but nasty towards both of us. She has been especially nasty towards my fiancée. Her behavior has ranged from microaggressions to outright hostility, and it’s clear that she’s uncomfortable with our relationship. The thought of having her at our wedding felt unbearable. A wedding day is supposed to be filled with love and joy. I knew that she couldn’t be around my fiancée without causing drama. The idea of her making snide remarks or creating tension at our wedding was something I couldn’t tolerate.
So, when it came time to send out the invitations, I made the difficult decision not to include her. I invited my father and my brother. I also extended an invitation to my sister. I asked if she could be a flower girl. I genuinely wanted them to be a part of my special day. But I just couldn’t bring myself to include my stepmother. I thought it was a reasonable decision given our history and her behavior. I knew it wouldn’t go over well with my father.
A few days after the invitations were sent out, I received a nasty phone call from my stepmother. She was furious that I had purposely excluded her and accused me of doing it to make her feel bad. My father backed her up, saying that since I invited my stepfather, my stepmother needed to be there too. He went as far as to say that if she couldn’t come, he wouldn’t come either. His words cut deep. He accused me of being a “terrible daughter” for excluding the woman he loves. Before I knew it, he had rallied most of his side of the family to back him up.
I tried to reason with my father. I explained how important it was for me to have a peaceful and happy wedding day. I also explained how my stepmother’s presence would jeopardize that. But he was firm in his stance. He insisted that she had to come, and I felt like I was being backed into a corner. My fiancée, on the other hand, has been incredibly supportive. She reassured me that I’m not at fault. If my father and stepmother choose not to come, that’s their decision, not mine. She knows how much this wedding means to me. She wants it to be a day of celebration, not stress. But even though she’s right, it’s hard for me to let go.
The truth is, I want my father at my wedding. I want him to walk me down the aisle. I want to have that father-daughter dance. I want him to share in the joy of this special day. I want my sister to be a part of the wedding too. The thought of not having them there breaks my heart. But at the same time, I know that inviting my stepmother could bring tension. It could also bring drama that would ruin the day for both me and my fiancée.
As the wedding day approaches, I’m torn. I don’t want to give in to my father’s demands. But I also don’t want to lose the chance to have him at my wedding. I’m stuck between wanting to keep the peace and standing up for what I believe is right. My fiancée keeps telling me that we can have a beautiful day without them if it comes to that. She says our wedding should be about us and our love. It shouldn’t be about family drama. But the thought of my father not being there feels like a heavy weight on my heart.
So, AITA for not inviting my stepmom to my wedding? Am I being unreasonable for wanting a day free of drama? Even if it means excluding someone who has been a source of pain in my life? Should I suck it up and invite her? I know it could cause problems. Should I do it just to keep the peace with my father? I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m worried that whatever choice I make, someone will end up getting hurt.
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