My Stepdaughter Made Me Sit at the Back of the Church at Her Wedding — Until the Officiant Spoke My Name
I raised my stepdaughter, Lily, like my own since she was seven. Over the years, I supported her through everything — birthdays, heartbreaks, college, and even paid for her wedding. On her big day, I had hoped to walk her down the aisle, but instead, she told me her biological father, Craig — often absent…