
My Parents Refused to Attend My Wedding Because My Fiancé Was Poor — We Met 10 Years Later and They Begged to Build a Relationship
Growing up in our pristine suburban home, my parents always joked about our “future mansion life.” “One day, Emma,” my father would say, adjusting his tie in the hallway mirror like a general inspecting his troops, “we’ll live in a house so big you’ll need a map to find the kitchen.” My mother’s laugh tinkled like crystal glasses. “And you’ll marry someone who’ll help us get there, won’t you, sweetheart?” I’d grin like a child imagining fairy tales. “A prince! With a big castle! And lots of horses!” I thought