Reddit Stories - Spouse RECEIVED a SIGNIFICANT ADVANCEMENT at work and began arriving home late. Later,

Episode Date: January 27, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #worklife #communication #marriage #supportSummary: A spouse received a significant advancement at work, leading to later arrivals home. This change created tension in the relationship, as the partner felt neglected and unsure about the future. Eventually, they had a heartfelt conversation to address feelings and expectations, strengthening their bond and understanding.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, worklife, communication, marriage, support, couple, advancement, feelings, tension, conversation, understanding, bond, expectations, home, late arrivalsBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Episode with two stories, first part. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse received a significant advancement at work and began arriving home late. Later, I stumbled upon a $5,000 receipt for jewelry, images with a different lady, and he allowed her to collect our children from school. Without telling me. Obligatory throwaway account because my friends and family use Reddit. All names have been changed and some minor details altered for privacy.

I honestly never thought I'd be posting here, but I really need advice and maybe just to get this off my chest. I, 34F, have been married to my husband Mark, 35m, for 10 years. We have two kids, a daughter, eight, and a son, five. Up until six months ago, I thought we had the perfect life, good jobs, a nice house in the suburbs, family vacations. Now I'm watching my marriage implode and trying to understand how my husband went from being an amazing father and partner to someone I honestly don't even recognize anymore. Let me start from the beginning. Mark and I met in our mid-20s through mutual friends at a housewarming party. He was everything I was looking for, charismatic, ambitious, and seemingly genuine in his desire to build a future together. We dated for two years,

during which he showed me nothing but love, respect, and dedication. When he proposed during a quiet evening at home, because he knew I hated public proposals, I thought I had found my forever person. We got married in a small ceremony surrounded by family and friends. The early years were wonderful, we both had promising careers, supported each other's dreams, and worked together to build our life. We bought our dream house in the suburbs, a beautiful colonial with a big backyard where we planned to raise our family. When our daughter Emma arrived three years into our marriage, Mark was the perfect father, taking paternity leave and handling midnight feedings like a champion. Lucas followed three years later, and our family felt complete.

Mark worked in corporate sales while I managed accounts at a marketing firm. We both earned good money, but Mark's career really took off about five years into our marriage. He climbed the corporate ladder steadily, and I was genuinely proud of his success. We had a comfortable life, took nice vacations, and were able to start college funds for both kids. More importantly, we seemed happy. Sure, we had normal married couple disagreements, but we always worked through them together. Everything started changing about eight months ago when Mark got promoted to regional director at his company. The position came with a significant pay raise and more responsibilities, which we both knew would mean some adjustments to our family life. At first, the changes were subtle and

completely understandable. The late nights at work became more frequent, which made sense given his new role overseeing teams across multiple states. He'd missed dinner with us maybe once or twice a week, but he always texted ahead to let me know and would try to make it up by spending extra time with the kids on weekends. I was supportive of his career growth and tried to manage things at home to make his transition easier. I took on more of the childcare responsibilities, handled all the household chores, and tried to be understanding when he seemed stressed or distant. The dynamic shifted gradually but unmistakably. The missed dinners turned into missed weekends. His texts became shorter, more impersonal, often just working late or don't wait up. He started coming home late

smelling of unfamiliar cologne, claiming he'd borrowed it from a colleague after going to the gym. When I tried to talk to him about the changes in our relationship, he'd get defensive and accuse me of not supporting his career advancement. He'd remind me that his new position was benefiting our whole family and that I was being selfish for complaining about his long hours. The first real red flag came when I noticed changes in our finances. Mark and I had always maintained a joint account for household expenses and savings while keeping separate accounts for our personal spending, an arrangement that had worked well for our entire marriage. One day, while logging in to pay our monthly bills, I noticed several large transfers from our joint account to an account

I didn't recognize. These weren't small amounts, we're talking thousands of dollars at a time. When I brought it up that evening, Mark brushed it off as business expenses that would be reimbursed soon. He explained that sometimes he needed to front money for client entertainment and corporate events, and the reimbursement process could take a few weeks. It sounded plausible enough, especially given his new position. But something about his explanation felt rehearsed. I might have believed him if it weren't for what happened next. While doing laundry one weekend, I found a receipt in his pocket from a high-end jewelry store for a $5,000 bracelet purchased two weeks before. My birthday had passed months ago, and our anniversary wasn't for another six months.

The kids were too young for such an expensive gift, and none of our close relatives had birthdays is coming up. When I confronted him about it, Mark's reaction was explosive. He accused me of spying on him and invading his privacy, saying he was allowed to spend his own money however he wanted. He stormed out and didn't come home that night, claiming he needed to cool off at a friend's house. That's when I started paying closer attention to everything. Mark had changed all his passwords on his devices and accounts, but he'd forgotten about our shared cloud storage where our family photos were automatically backed up. New photos had started appearing, pictures of him with a woman I'd never seen before, at restaurants and hotels I knew we'd never visited

together. They looked intimate, comfortable with each other in a way that made my stomach churn. In some photos, they were dressed up for what looked like business events, in others, they were clearly on personal outings, holding hands, or sharing private moments. I was still trying to figure out how to handle this discovery when Mark said he needed to go on a two- two-week business trip to Europe. He claimed it was a last-minute requirement from corporate, but I'd never known his company to arrange international trips without weeks of advance planning. I decided to do some serious digging while he was away. As it turned out, the Europe trip wasn't entirely a lie. He did have some business meetings there. But expense reports showed he'd

extended the trip by a week and Sarah had joined him for part of it, all charged to our joint account. Those two weeks gave me the time and space I needed to compile everything I'd discovered. Through our joint account records, I found recurring payments for an apartment lease. The lease had started three months after his promotion. There were also numerous charges from upscale restaurants, hotels, and shopping destinations, all on dates when he claimed to be working late or traveling for business. The amounts were staggering, especially considering these were clearly personal expenses being paid from our joint account. But the final straw came when Emma innocently mentioned that Daddy's friend Sarah had picked her up from school one day when I was

stuck in a meeting. I had never authorized anyone named Sarah to pick up my children, and Mark had never mentioned this person to me. When I checked with the school, they confirmed that Mark had added this woman to the approved pickup list months ago, listing her as a family friend. The thought of this stranger, who I now suspected was the woman from the photos, having access to my children made me feel physically ill. That's when I knew I needed professional help. I contacted a lawyer and began methodically documenting everything. My lawyer advised me to keep things as normal as possible while we built our case, which was

honestly one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. For six excruciating weeks, I maintained the facade of a normal marriage while gathering evidence. I discovered he'd been systematically moving money not just from our joint accounts into private accounts, but also making withdrawals from our investment accounts. He was clearly preparing for a future I wasn't meant to be part of. Living this double life, being both the supportive wife and the betrayed spouse gathering evidence, took a tremendous toll on me. I lost weight, couldn't sleep, and found myself jumping every time my phone buzzed with a notification.

My close friends noticed the change in me, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them what was happening. I felt ashamed, as if somehow Mark's betrayal was a reflection on me. But last week Mark came home earlier than usual and announced he needed to talk. He sat me down at our kitchen table and, told me he thought we should separate. He claimed we'd grown apart and that he needed space to figure things out. He had already found an apartment, he said, and thought it would be best if he moved out immediately. What he didn't know was that I was prepared for this conversation. When he finished his speech, I calmly placed a folder on the table between us. Inside was everything I'd discovered. His face went pale as he realized what he was looking at.

That's when everything spilled out. Sarah wasn't just a colleague, she was someone he'd met at a conference last year, and they'd been seeing each other for months. The apartment wasn't new, it was where they'd been meeting all along. The money he'd been moving wasn't for business expenses, it was his escape fund for a new life with her. He'd been planning to leave for months, carefully orchestrating his exit while keeping up appearances. I let him talk, let him try to justify his actions. He claimed he hadn't meant for it to happen,

that it had started as just friendship and evolved into something more. He said he'd tried to fight his feelings for her but couldn't. He even had the audacity to suggest that our marriage had been struggling for years, despite all evidence to the contrary. When he finished, I simply handed him another document, the divorce papers my lawyer had prepared. His expression shifted from shock to anger to resignation in the span of seconds. He took the papers without a word and left the house. That was three days ago.

I'm still processing everything that's happened, trying to figure out how to move forward. The kids are staying with my sister this weekend while I sort things out. My lawyer assures me we have a strong case for a favorable divorce settlement given the evidence we've gathered, especially regarding his financial deceptions and unauthorized use of our joint funds. But that's small comfort when I think about how our family has been torn apart. I would appreciate any advice from others who have been through something similar. How did you explain it to your kids? How did you move forward? How long did it take before things started feeling normal again? Edit, thank you for all

the supportive comments and messages. To address some common questions, my lawyer and I have been thorough with protecting ourselves legally and financially. I've made copies of all financial records, text messages, photos, and other evidence, storing them in multiple locations, cloud storage, USB drives at my sister's house, and hard copies with my lawyer. We've documented all bank statements, credit card bills, and investment account records from the past 18 months, along with photos and screenshots of everything suspicious, including that jewelry receipt and apartment. lease. My lawyer keeps reminding me to record any new developments as they happen. As for the kids'

situation at school, we're trying to maintain some stability by keeping them at their current school for now. The administration and their teachers are aware of what's happening, and the guidance counselor is keeping an extra eye on them. We immediately revoked Mark's girlfriend's pickup authorization after everything came to light. Since their current school is closer to Mark's place, I'm looking into other options for next semester, specifically focusing on schools in my area that have good counseling services. I've taken several steps to secure our finances. All three joint credit cards are frozen, and I've opened a new personal account at a different bank for my paychecks. Every password has been changed, email, social media, banking, phone, everything. I set up credit

monitoring to catch any new accounts he might try to open. I've documented all the money he's moved or withdrawn recently and created a detailed spreadsheet of our assets and debts. I'm also putting aside whatever I can in a separate account for legal fees. The current custody and living situation is temporary but stable. I have primary custody with Mark getting every other weekend, supervised for now. He has to give 24-hour notice before contacting the kids. I'm staying in the house with them, and I've changed all the locks and security system codes. I also installed security cameras around the house.

Maybe paranoid, but better safe than sorry. I'm keeping a detailed log of all his visits and interactions with the kids. Update number one, it's been three weeks since my last post, and I want to thank everyone who commented with support and advice. Your stories and suggestions have been incredibly helpful during this difficult time. A lot has happened, and I need to share the updates. The divorce proceedings are our own. underway, and it's been interesting, to say the least. Mark initially tried to claim that he should

get 50% custody of the kids, despite having spent minimal time with them over the past year. When my lawyer presented evidence of his absences, including detailed records of missed events and the unauthorized school pickup situation with Sarah, the tone of those discussions quickly changed. His lawyer has since suggested a more realistic custody arrangement. The financial aspect has been more complicated than we initially thought. We discovered that Mark had been moving more money than I initially realized, not just from our joint accounts and investment portfolios, but from our children's college funds as well. When confronted about this in mediation, he claimed he was protecting the money, but couldn't

explain why he needed to protect it from me, their mother. The mediator and his own lawyer seemed unimpressed with this explanation. We also uncovered that he had opened several credit cards in his name alone and charged significant amounts to them, presumably for his life with Sarah. While these aren't technically joint debts, the fact that he used our shared resources to make payments on them is becoming a major point of contention in the divorce negotiations. The kids are struggling, but we're getting professional help. I found a wonderful child therapist who specializes in divorce cases, and both Emma and Lucas have started seeing her weekly. Emma's having a harder time than her

brother, she's old enough to understand more of what's happening, and she's angry with her father. She refuses to talk to him during his scheduled phone calls and had a meltdown when he tried to take her to dinner last week. Lucas just seems confused and keeps asking when Daddy's coming home. The therapist says these are normal reactions and we need to give them time to process everything. Mark's attempts to maintain his image in our social circle have been almost comical. He's been telling everyone who'll listen that our marriage had been failing for years and that he only stayed for the kids. Our mutual friends know better, they've seen how he changed over the past year and how happy we were before that. Several have shown me messages from him

trying to convince them to take his side, but they've been surprisingly supportive of me. Sarah, his girlfriend, finally reached out to me last week. Apparently, she had no idea Mark was still living with me and the kids, he told her we'd been separated for over a year and were just keeping up appearances for family reasons. When she discovered the truth through mutual acquaintances, she ended things with him. Now he's angry at both of us, as if we're somehow responsible for the consequences of his actions. She apologized profusely and offered to provide a statement for my lawyer about when their relationship started and what Mark had told her about our marriage. I'm focusing on rebuilding my life one day at a time. I've started therapy for myself,

returned to my yoga practice, and am spending more quality time with the kids. I've also started looking into going back to work full-time. I had scaled back to part-time when Lucas was born, but now I need to think about supporting my family on my own. The lawyer fees are substantial, but everyone assures me it's worth it to have proper representation given the complexity of our situation. Mark's behavior continues to be erratic. Some days he's apologetic and wants to talk about reconciliation, now that Sarah's gone, other days he's angry and threatening. My lawyer has advised me to document all communication and only interact with him through official channels or in the presence of witnesses. Update number two, final, hey everyone. Sorry for taking so long to update.

Life has been absolutely crazy with the divorce proceedings, work, the kids, and everything else. I know some of you have been messaging me asking for updates. Thank you for your support. and I finally have time to sit down and write this. Eight months have passed since my last update, and after what feels like endless court appearances, mediation sessions, and legal back and forth, we've finally reached a resolution. The divorce was finalized last week

after nearly a year of proceedings, and the terms are better than I expected, largely thanks to the evidence we gathered and marks increasingly erratic behavior during the proceedings. The turning point in the legal negotiations came about six months into the proceedings when Mark tried to claim our house as his primary residence, despite having lived in his apartment alone for months after Sarah left him, in an attempt to force its sale. To everyone's surprise, he managed to convince Sarah to come to a mediation session

as his character witness. I guess he thought she'd help his case since they'd been together. That backfired spectacularly when she instead told the truth about their relationship timeline and his lies, directly contradicting statements he'd made under oath about when their relationship began. I later found out he'd promised to make things right with her if she helped him, but she chose to be honest instead. His attempt to control the narrative completely fell apart after that. The mediator's report was scathing, noting Mark's pattern of deception and financial impropriety. In the end, I'm keeping the house and primary custody of the kids. Mark got his precious apartment in his car, plus visitation writes that he'll

probably barely use, judging by his recent behavior. He's been ordered to pay back the money he took from the children's college funds, plus child support and a portion of my legal fees. The financial settlement was more favorable than we initially hoped. The judge was particularly unimpressed with Mark's unauthorized use of our joint funds in his attempts to hide assets. He's required to repay every penny he took from the kid's college funds, plus interest, and the division of assets took into account his previous spending on Sarah. His company's HR department also got involved after discovering he'd been falsifying expense reports to cover some of his personal spending, which led to him being placed on probation at work.

We've had to make some adjustments to the custody schedule. Mark's visits are now strictly supervised after he tried to introduce the kids to a new girlfriend without consulting me or their therapist. Yes, he's already dating someone new. The supervision requirement will be reviewed in six months, depending on his behavior and the children's progress. in therapy. For now, it's working well, the kids feel safer, and there's less drama during handoffs. As for me, I'm starting to feel like myself again. I've reconnected with old friends, started a small side business doing freelance marketing work from home, and am even

thinking about dating again, though that's way in the future. To everyone going through something similar, it gets better. Focus on yourself and your kids, document everything, and don't be afraid to ask for help. There's life after betrayal, and sometimes it's better than you could have imagined. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. Father selected Brothers Outdoor Adventure over my nuptials, prompting me to have my stepfather escort me down the aisle. He arrived in tears upon viewing the pictures and is now pleading for a repeat ceremony. So yesterday, I got married and in the evening, after everything was over, my dad finally showed up and we exchanged words, which made him cry and now I feel awful because

of that. For some context, my fiancé and I got engaged about five months ago and since neither of us wanted a huge wedding with a lot of people and a massive venue, we decided to get married in our backyard with just our family and friends, since we wanted to keep the wedding as private, small and intimate as we could. We had been together for four years and this was a really special day since we were getting married on the day of our fourth anniversary together. So even though it was a small wedding, it was obviously still not feasible to reschedule it because we still had decorators and caterers coming in and that's why I could not entertain my dad's request to postpone it. And more than a matter of couldn't, it was mostly because I did not want to because I did

not think it was important to do such a thing. It wasn't like my dad was asking me to reschedule my wedding for something important, he wanted me to postpone it because my golden child brother was in town and had organized a camping trip for the same weekend. Yeah, I'm not even making it up and I don't think I would have ever been able to make something as ludicrous as this. Anyway, last week, my dad called me up and told me that he wouldn't be able to make it to my wedding if I had it this weekend because he had a medical emergency. It was a very lame excuse because I couldn't think of a single medical emergency that would him to wait for a week and could not be rescheduled. So I pushed him until he finally told me the truth, and he confessed that he had agreed to go on a

camping trip that my brother had surprised him with, but unfortunately, it coincided with the dates of my wedding. I think it's pretty obvious what the choice should have been, but for my dad, the camping trip was the highest priority since my brother comes back home only for a couple of weeks every year and my dad does not want to lose out on spending any time with him while he's here. He tried to tell me that rescheduling my wedding was going to be easy because it wasn't like I was having a huge wedding in the first place. I just had to tell a couple of people that I had rescheduled it and speak to the vendors, and that's it. I tried to explain to him that the

date that we were getting married on was really important to me, but after talking to him for a while, I kind of knew that it was pointless because he had already made up his mind and was going to go on the camping trip with my brother. It did not come to me as a surprise that he had chosen my brother because honestly, he has always been the golden child. My brother, 30M, is three years older than me and has always been an overachiever, while I've just been an ordinary kid. So naturally, he got a lot of attention from everyone and he was always praised while I kind of got overlooked. I used to feel really jealous of him and I wanted to be happy for my brother, but I just couldn't because he was such a brat with a huge overinflated ego. He knew that he was pretty great at a lot of

things and I guess all the attention that he had always received made him pretty arrogant and he really thought that he was God's gift to mankind. In short, he was insufferable and was also a bit of a bully to me. So we never got along and I was glad to see the back of him when he left for college. Our parents got divorced when I was in middle school and it happened because my mother ended up having an affair with one of her friends from college. The divorce was really nasty and left everyone feeling really bitter about it, but, thankfully, my dad agreed to a shared custody arrangement with my mom in spite of everything. If I can be frank, I would say that the divorce was something that everyone had seen coming. The only thing that had been a surprise was the fact

that my mother had ended up having but nobody was shocked that my parents were getting divorced because for as long as I can remember, they had always been fighting and none of my childhood memories, even the happy ones, have my parents being happy together. When we were out amongst other people or during vacations or holidays, they would put on a happy face for the sake of the family but that was just for show. There were weeks when they would hardly even speak to each other or look at each other and they even slept in different rooms. I'm pretty sure that after a certain point of time,

my parents had fallen out of love with each other and were just staying together for the sake of it. And neither of them did anything to fix that. So my mom ended up having an affair and I'm not trying to defend her but my dad had never been an easy guy to live with because, during the time that she had an affair, he had been going through a particularly rough patch

in their marriage where they were fighting viciously almost every day and had started hitting the bottles, which seemed to make the fights even worse. One day, my mom finally told him the truth about her affair and left the house, but she still stayed in touch with her kids. Or at least she tried to stay in touch with the both of us. I was the only one who would respond to her messages while my brother ignored her because he never was able to truly bring himself to forgive her for cheating on our dad. It was quite expected that he wouldn't be able to forgive her because my dad and my brother had always had a very special bond. Right from when we were little, it was very obvious to me that my dad had a favorite and even though he insisted that he didn't, his behavior

made it very obvious. As we grew up, my relationship with my dad was strained at best and after the divorce. When I decided to maintain a cordial relationship with my mom and my stepdad, I guess he started to resent me because he was very distant from me afterward. I think he had wanted me to behave the same way that my brother had been, constantly badmouthing our mother and her husband. My mom got married to my stepdad a couple of months after the divorce was finalized and I was a bridesmaid at her wedding, while my brother refused to even attend. But she still had partial custody of us. So whether my brother liked it or not, he would be forced to spend half the month with our mother. He would be intolerable during those couple of weeks, especially because

my mother did not play favorites with us, and I guess that did not sit right with him because he couldn't get away with his terrible behavior. Several times, my day. My dad even tried to file for full custody because he believed that my mother and her husband were tormenting his son, but his claims had no weight so he failed to get custody of us and I'm glad because at least with my mother, I had one parent who cared about me. And my stepdad was a pretty nice guy, so it's not like I hated him either. I was really little and very confused about whether I should be okay with my mom, in spite of the fact that she had cheated on my dad but after a while, I just decided that I would do whatever

made me happy and have a good relationship with my mother made me happy. And I'm glad that I put in the time and effort to build a good relationship with her and spend time with her because we ended up losing her to the Big C about six years ago. I'm very grateful for all the time that we got to spend together and regardless of what happened in her marriage, she was always a good mother to me and that's what matters. Even in her last few days, my brother was hardly there but at least he bothered to visit her a couple of times, so I guess that brought her some peace before she finally passed away. A couple of months after her passing, my stepdad left the stake but we have kept in touch. About a year after my mom passed away, my brother got a job offer that would require him to relocate

to London and he took it up. He lives there now and comes back once a year to visit our father for a couple of weeks, which is why he is here right now. My brother and I no longer speak, but after my mom's passing and my brother leaving, my dad and I had actually started improving our relationship. He apologized to me for being cold to me after he found out about my mother's affair because he just felt betrayed and heard about a lot of things and ended up behaving in ways that he was not proud of. Especially with me, he acknowledged the fact that he had always paid more attention to my brother, but not me and that's why we had such a strained and difficult relationship. But he said that he wanted to work on it and that's what we did.

So for the past couple of years, we actually had been getting along well, which I didn't even think was possible. I thought that things had finally started changing, which is why I'd asked him to walk me down the aisle on the day of my wedding and he had agreed. I knew for a fact that he was still really attached to my brother, but I didn't have a problem with that, as long as he continued to treat me well, like a daughter that he loved. However, after what happened recently, I realized that he would never truly treat me like a priority as long as my brother was here and the only reason he had even bothered to try and fix our relationship was because my brother had left for London and would only be here for a couple of weeks every year. So I was important to him, but only for as long as my brother

was not around. Things really hadn't changed as much as I had believed and this recent incident was a harsh wake-up call because I could hardly believe that my dad was asking me to reschedule my wedding in favor of a camping trip with his son. So I did the only thing that occurred to me at the time. I agreed to delay my wedding in the heat of the moment, and minutes after I had disconnected I was on another call, but this time, it was with my stepdad, and I was asking him to walk me down the aisle before I even knew it. I was furious at the time and I'll admit that what I had done was pretty vindictive and was done purely with a spirit of revenge, but while I was doing it, I thought I was doing the right thing for myself so I could teach my father a lesson.

My stepdad had been invited to the wedding as a guest anyway since I had already mentioned that he was a nice guy and I didn't have a problem with him. Besides, he was the only person who got me through my mom's funeral, so even though we don't talk on a regular basis, we are still close enough. When I asked him to walk me down the aisle, he seemed skeptical about it for a couple of seconds at first since he was aware of the fact that my father was also going to be there, but I got him to agree eventually. I really didn't think much of it because I thought that even though what I was doing was petty, it was well deserved and my fiancé agreed with me, so that was all the validation that I needed. For the past week, my dad had hardly even bothered to keep in touch and I knew.

knew it was was back in town, which just added fuel to the fire. And then, yesterday, I finally got married and my dad was not there, which was expected. I had been waiting until the very last moment for some sort of miracle and then maybe he would show up, but that never ended up happening and my stepdad walked me down the aisle. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy about that and it was my wedding day, so I'm obviously very happy about how it turned out in general. The only thing that went wrong was that after I sent my dad a picture of me being walked down the aisle by my stepdad, I expected him to be mad, but I hadn't expected him to actually get on the next bus and come back home so he could speak to me. But that's what happened and I feel bad about everything that took place

last evening. I had asked one of my cousins to take a picture of me from my phone while I was walking down the aisle and send it to my dad and she did. He saw it a couple of hours after that and then there was no response, which I thought was a bit weird, but I was busy with the wedding lunch and stuff so I didn't pay much mind to it. Then, around 8 o'clockish in the evening, when the guests had started to leave, my dad finally showed up. My brother was also there with him and both of them seemed exhausted, but it was only my dad who did all the talking and told me that he was really sorry for not taking my wedding seriously, but now that he was back, he wanted me to have another ceremony the next day so he could be there for me and finally

walk his little girl down the aisle. He told me that he was aware of the fact that he had really been very disrespectful of me by choosing to go on the camping trip and asking me to reschedule my wedding and I was totally justified in doing what I did, but he really regretted all of it and he just wanted one more chance. He told me that he didn't even care if nobody attended. He just wanted another ceremony so he could at least have the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten the opportunity to walk me down the aisle.