I Left My Granddaughter’s Wedding After Her Comment on My Appearance

Imagine that after making every effort to look stunning for your granddaughter’s wedding, you discover that she is ashamed of your appearance. The grandmother in this tale experienced precisely that. She is now unsure of how to handle family get-togethers following such a traumatic experience. Following the wedding, what did she do? How is she handling everything? To find out, continue reading.

Here’s her story

 

 

For illustrative purposes only.

At 70, I don’t usually bother with makeup or fancy dresses. But when my granddaughter invited me to her wedding, I wanted to feel beautiful again. I chose a lovely dress, styled my hair, and spent hours doing my makeup. I thought I looked radiant, but when I arrived, people were staring.

My granddaughter pulled me aside, clearly embarrassed. “Grandma,” she said awkwardly, “You look ridiculous. You need to change.” I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Instead of staying, I left in tears.

Later, she called to apologize. She admitted she’d overreacted and said her stress about the wedding had made her lash out. I’m not sure I’ll be able to forgive her, and honestly, I feel so ashamed that I can’t even imagine showing up at any family gatherings anymore.

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