Amy said when I opened the door to the dressing room. “Stay with me,” I said, pulling her close. “You can walk down the aisle with me.” As the ceremony began, Emily saw Amy and her expression shifted from joy to shock. “What is she doing here?” she hissed. “Are you surprised to see Amy?” I asked. “Explain how you thought it was okay to hurt my daughter?
To exclude her from this important day in our lives?” I demanded, my voice shaking with emotion. Emily tried to explain, but I interrupted. “This wedding is off. I will not marry someone who would go to such lengths to hurt my child.” The following day, I took Amy out for breakfast. “Are you sure it was a good idea not to marry Emily?” Amy asked. “Yes, sweetheart,” I declared clearly. “Do you think it would have been right to marry Emily after she locked you in a room during the ceremony?” Amy shook her head. “No,” she replied. “But she did make you happy, didn’t she?” “For a moment,” I said truthfully. “But when I thought about what lengths she would go through, just to make herself happy? No, darling, then she did not make me happy.” “I’m glad, Dad,” she said, smiling at me. And in that moment, I knew that I had done right by my daughter.