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My Four Kids Objected at My Wedding – When I Found Out Why, My Heart Sank

I am Margaret. I was widowed 10 years ago, at 45, and thought it’d be the end of my romantic life since my husband James was the love of my life.

However, 2 years ago, I met Michael and suddenly felt happy again. I introduced him to my adult kids (Jackson, Harry, Oliver, Benjamin) and they immediately got along. I sighed with relief.

Six months ago, he proposed to me. It was a hard decision to have another husband other than my first one. However, I dared.

I closed the photo album, holding it close to my chest.

“James, you’ll always be my first love,” I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “But I think you’d be happy for me. I found someone who makes me smile again.”

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I looked around the cozy living room, the place that held so many memories. Today, my house buzzed with excitement as we prepared for Michael and my wedding.

My children were all here, making everything perfect.They were truly a blessing.

Michael was in the living room, reviewing his vows. He looked up and smiled as I walked over.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, taking my hand.

“I’m doing great, thanks to all of you,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I’m so lucky to have such wonderful children and to have you in my life.”

“We’re all here for you, Mom,” Jackson said, joining us. “We want your day to be perfect.”

“And it will be because of all your hard work,” I said, my heart swelling with pride and love.

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As the day went on, the house was filled with laughter and chatter. It was chaotic but in the best possible way.

That evening, we gathered in the backyard for a small rehearsal dinner.

Everything seemed breathtaking. The space was adorned with twinkling lights and flowers.

“Mom, do you like everything?” Jackson asked, taking a seat beside me.

“I do, honey,” I replied with a smile.

Michael came over and wrapped his arm around me. “Are you ready for tomorrow, love?” he asked with a smile.

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“I think so,” I replied, leaning into him. “It’s hard to believe it’s almost here.”

Oliver raised his glass. “A toast to Mom and Michael. May your love be as bright and lasting as these lights,” he said, and everyone clinked their glasses together.

“To Mom and Michael!” they all echoed, their faces full of joy and support.

But despite the laughter and love surrounding me, a part of my heart ached for Emily, my estranged daughter.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever forgive me. Her absence was a constant reminder of the pain that still lingered.

“Emily would have loved this,” I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else.

Michael squeezed my hand. “She still might come around, Margaret. Give it time.”

“I hope so,” I replied, trying to push the sadness away.

But on our wedding day, right after our vows, when the officiant said, “If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” my stomach DROPPED when ALL my kids said, “WE DO!You can’t get married, Mom, at least not without one person.

The children moved aside, creating a path. And there she was. Emily. I couldn’t believe my eyes!

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“Mom, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed to embrace her.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I blamed you for Dad’s death, but over the years, I realized how unfair that was,” she added, pulling away. “He made a choice, and you honored his wishes. I was too hurt to see that.”

Back when James was suffering from his illness, he made me sign a document.

It said that if his heart stopped, we wouldn’t resuscitate him. I honored his wishes, and it broke my heart.

Emily was devastated and said I killed him.

She disappeared from my life, and I feared I would never see her again.

“I’ve missed you so much, honey,” I told her. “I’ve tried to reach out, to explain, but I understand why you couldn’t hear me then.”

Emily again wrapped me in a hug, both of us crying as we reconciled.

“I don’t want you to start this new chapter of your life without knowing that I support you. Michael seems wonderful, and I want to be a part of your life again. Thanks to my brothers who called me here,” she said.

Michael stepped forward, gently taking Emily’s hand. “Emily, I’ve heard so much about you. Your mother loves you deeply. This means everything to her.”

With tears in my eyes and my heart full, I turned back to the officiant. “Let’s continue,” I said.

Michael and I shared our vows, and when the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, we shared our first kiss as a married couple. The reception was even better. My five children were together and happy.

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Emily raised her glass for a toast and looked at Michael and me. “To new beginnings, to love, and to family. Here’s to Mom and Michael and to all of us being together again.”

The room echoed with cheers and clinking glasses. I looked around, my heart swelling with gratitude and completeness. My family was whole again, and I was stepping into a new chapter with everyone I loved by my side.