It’s a strange thing, how the people we love the most can sometimes hurt us in ways we never imagined possible. As I sat in my serene kitchen, pen poised delicately over the last of the wedding invoices, I felt a familiar warmth in my heart. Jessica, my granddaughter, was about to marry the love of her life, and I was honored to be able to help make her dreams come true. Weddings are supposed to be celebrations of love and family, and I had dived into the planning with the enthusiasm of someone doing it for the first time. Little did I know, a few words spoken carelessly would change everything.
