As if the situation wasn’t painful enough already, my parents also sided with my sister.
According to them, Claire also had the right to be happy.
For me, hearing that after everything that had happened added another wound to a situation that already seemed impossible to bear.
Then Claire and Daniel went even further: they invited my sons and me to their wedding.
They seemed to feel no embarrassment at the idea of asking us to attend the ceremony.
The wedding day
When the day came, I did not go to the wedding.
Neither do my sons.
We stayed home.
I settled down on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, and we watched movies together.
I was doing everything I could to avoid thinking about the ceremony, about Daniel, about Claire, and about everything that day represented.
I simply wanted to spend this time with my children and try, for a few hours, not to let the pain take over completely.
That’s when my eldest son, Elliot, spoke up.
