My Dad Refused to Dance with Me at My Wedding Because His New Wife Was Already Feeling Excluded Enough
When my father offered to walk me down the aisle, a part of me—against all logic—dared to hope. Maybe this time he’d show up, really show up. Maybe after years of being absent, he wanted to be part of my life again. But the truth revealed itself not in words, but in a single, crushing moment on the dance floor. I always imagined I’d cry on my wedding day—when I saw my husband waiting at the altar, not when I stood alone under the spotlight, silently pleading for my dad to take the floor for our father-daughter dance. The DJ…