When my husband Greg casually suggested we use my daughter Ava’s college fund—left by her late father—for his daughter Becca’s wedding, I was shocked. That money was set aside with love and purpose. While Greg saw it as a convenient solution to a $30,000 shortfall, I saw it as an attempt to take from Ava’s future to pay for a one-day event. I stayed calm, but I quietly began planning a response.
Ava was just ten when I remarried. Her father had passed a year earlier, and his parting gift was that college fund—his silent promise to secure her dreams. Blending families was never easy. Greg’s daughter Becca, already an adult, never warmed up to us. She kept her distance and only spoke to us when it suited her. When Greg brought up using Ava’s fund over dinner, Becca’s silence seemed like silent approval, as though they had already made this decision without me.
