The moment my ex-husband walked into our daughter's wedding reception with his new wife on his arm, I knew there was going to be trouble. I just never expected our 19-year-old daughter to be the one who stood up in front of every guest and said what the rest of us wouldn't.
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My ex-husband brought his new wife to our daughter's wedding without telling me.
Or our younger daughter.
And when I saw Emma's face across the reception room, I assumed he hadn't told the bride either.
Tom and I had been divorced for eight years by the time our oldest daughter, Emma, got married.
People often described our divorce as "amicable."
I always thought that was generous.
We weren't friends.
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We didn't spend holidays together.
We didn't call each other to chat.
But we'd learned how to stand beside each other at graduations and birthdays without making our daughters pay for whatever bitterness remained between us.
