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My Daughter Seated Me At The Children's Table—Then Asked For Money For Her Dream Wedding

That moment is forever etched in my memory—standing there in my navy dress, pearls around my neck, watching as Jessica, my only daughter, pointed us toward the far corner of the restaurant. "Mom, Dad, your seats are over there. " I followed her finger to see a small round table decorated with cartoon characters, plastic cups, and crayons. The children's table. My husband Robert's face flushed crimson as he whispered, "There must be some mistake. " But Jessica just smiled, patting his shoulder. "We need the main table for Tyler's family and the wedding party. It's just for tonight. " Before we jump in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! That's when I should have known. That's when I should have seen what was happening. But like any mother who loves her daughter beyond reason, I swallowed my pride, smiled, and took my seat among the booster chairs and sippy cups. Two days later, she asked us for seventy thousand dollars for her "dream wedding" in Maui. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up and tell you how we got here. How my sweet Jessica turned into someone I barely recognized—and how I finally found the strength to do what needed to be done. I'm Eleanor Wilson, though everyone calls me Ellie. My husband Robert and I built Wilson Construction from nothing but a pickup truck and determination thirty years ago. Now we oversee commercial projects across three states, and we've worked hard for everything we have. We raised our daughter Jessica with the same values—at least, we thought we did. Jessica was always our pride and joy—bright, ambitious, and kind. She graduated from University of Oregon with honors, landed a great position at Northwest Financial Partners, and seemed to be on the perfect track. When she started dating Tyler Matthews two years ago, we were cautiously optimistic. He worked in the same building, had a decent job in marketing, and spoke well when we first met him. He wasn't exactly setting the world on fire with ambition, but he treated Jessica well—or so we thought. The first time we met Tyler's family was at their home for dinner, about six months into their relationship. I'll never forget pulling up to their modest suburban house and noticing how Tyler immediately tensed. "Just. . . don't mention anything about your company, okay? My parents are sensitive about money stuff. " I nodded, thinking it was simply a matter of different financial situations, which was completely understandable. Robert and I had started with nothing; we knew what it was like. But the moment we stepped through the door, something felt off. Diane Matthews, Tyler's mother, barely made eye contact as she took my coat. Her handshake was limp, dismissive. The house was cluttered, which didn't bother me, but what did strike me was how Diane immediately pulled Jessica aside, appraising her designer watch and handbag with narrowed eyes. "Must be nice," she muttered, loud enough for me to hear. "Some girls have all the luck with their parents. " Jessica blushed but said nothing, which surprised me. My daughter had always been confident, never one to shrink into herself. Greg, Tyler's father, was slightly warmer but spent most of the evening talking about himself—his golf game, his complaints about neighbors, his opinions on everything from politics to pasta sauce. What truly opened my eyes was when the topic turned to Jessica and Tyler's future. Diane leaned forward, lips pursed in what I'm sure she thought was a smile. "So, when you two get married, I hope you'll buy a house near us. We've always expected Tyler would stay close. Family should stay together, don't you think? " Jessica nodded politely. "We haven't really discussed—" "And of course," Diane continued as if Jessica hadn't spoken, "we'll need a place with an in-law suite. Greg and I have always planned to move in with Tyler once we retire. Probably in the next few years. " I watched my daughter's expression flicker with surprise before settling back into a polite mask. Tyler stared at his plate, saying nothing. On the drive home, I carefully asked Jessica what she thought of the evening. "They're just. . . different from us, Mom. They're family-oriented, that's all. " "Honey, there's family-oriented and then there's. . . presumptuous," I ventured. Jessica sighed. "Tyler's not like them. He's caught in the middle, that's all. They've always depended on him.