My dad’s girlfriend showed up to my wedding in a white gown that looked eerily familiar. What she didn’t realize was that I had one last surprise that would change everything. My name is Ellie, I’m 27, and this fall I’m marrying Evan, my partner of six years and the calmest, kindest soul I’ve ever known. He’s 29, still brings me coffee in bed on Sundays, sings terribly in the car, and always seems to know when I just need quiet and a hand to hold. We’re not flashy. We love slow mornings, hiking with our dog, and making up ridiculous dances in the kitchen. Simply put, he feels like home to me. Our wedding was meant to match that vibe. We decided to skip the ballroom and chandeliers, instead saying our vows under the trees at my aunt’s farmhouse, surrounded by close friends, string lights, barbecue, and a local bluegrass band. It was going to be warm, personal, and entirely “us.” No drama. No frills. Or so I thought. Enter my dad’s girlfriend, Janine. She’s 42, works…
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My dad’s girlfriend showed up to my wedding in a white gown that looked eerily familiar. What she didn’t realize was that I had one last surprise that would change everything. My name is Ellie, I’m 27, and this fall I’m marrying Evan, my partner of six years and the calmest, kindest soul I’ve ever known. He’s 29, still brings me coffee in bed on Sundays, sings terribly in the car, and always seems to know when I just need quiet and a hand to hold. We’re not flashy. We love slow mornings, hiking with our dog, and making up ridiculous dances in the kitchen. Simply put, he feels like home to me. Our wedding was meant to match that vibe. We decided to skip the ballroom and chandeliers, instead saying our vows under the trees at my aunt’s farmhouse, surrounded by close friends, string lights, barbecue, and a local bluegrass band. It was going to be warm, personal, and entirely “us.” No drama. No frills. Or so I thought. Enter my dad’s girlfriend, Janine. She’s 42, works…