He Wanted Me to Pay for His Daughter’s Wedding — I Said No

When Greg casually suggested using Ava’s college fund to pay for his adult daughter Becca’s wedding, I was stunned. That fund was created by Ava’s late father, David — his last gift to ensure she’d have the future he never did. Greg’s tone carried entitlement, and Becca’s silence spoke volumes, as if this decision had already been made without me. I stayed calm, knowing I needed a clear plan to protect what truly mattered.

Blending our families had never been easy. Becca kept her distance from the start, polite but cold, while Ava, now sixteen, worked hard toward her dreams. At dinner that night, as Ava talked excitedly about college, Greg suggested “borrowing” her fund — treating her future like spare change for Becca’s big day. I asked him plainly if he understood what he was asking. His dismissive shrug told me everything. He assumed I’d quietly agree, like always. Instead, I told him I’d “think about it,” though my mind was already made up.

Two days later, I sat Greg and Becca down with two documents: a repayment contract and divorce papers. If he wanted to touch Ava’s fund, he’d need to sign the contract to pay it back in full within a year. If not, I was ready to walk away. Their confident smiles disappeared. Greg sputtered, Becca looked away, and for the first time, they realized I wouldn’t let them rewrite David’s legacy. When faced with the choice, Greg refused to sign. I chose my daughter. Within weeks, he moved out, and Becca’s wedding went ahead on a smaller scale, funded by her own family.

That night, Ava hugged me tightly and whispered, “Thank you for choosing me.” Her father’s gift remained untouched, waiting for the day she steps into the future he dreamed of for her. Protecting that fund wasn’t just about money — it was about honoring love, legacy, and the promise a parent made to their child. And when the moment came, I stood firm. Because that’s what mothers do.

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