I’ve resented my ex-husband’s wife—the woman I blamed for ending my marriage—for twelve years. For our daughter’s wedding, I asked her not to come, but my ex brought her anyway. I confronted them, and she quietly stepped back.
Minutes before the ceremony, my daughter broke down—crying, shaking, her bouquet ruined and her dress torn. “Mom, I just want peace today,” she whispered.
Her words reminded me the day was about her, not old wounds. As I helped her calm down, my ex’s wife approached with the bouquet she had quietly repaired and said, “She deserves a beautiful day.”
For the first time, I saw her kindness. She kept her distance during the ceremony, and later I thanked her. That small moment helped me finally release years of bitterness and choose peace.
