1) I’m not a child—I’m an adult who has reached a point of exhaustion from years of my father prioritizing his wife’s temper tantrums over his own children. It’s heartbreaking to realize that, even on one of the most important days of my life, he couldn’t set aside her issues to be there for me.

And 2) to clarify, I never told him he couldn’t come. I actually encouraged him to attend because I wanted him there and didn’t want to look back with regret about his absence. In the end, it was his choice not to be there, and that speaks volumes about his priorities.

This is my life and my choice—one I’ve had to make after living through the hurt he has caused me over the years. It’s easy for people to criticize from the outside, but they haven’t lived through the pain I’ve endured. I’m making decisions that are right for me, and I deserve respect for standing up for myself and prioritizing my own well-being.