My Teenage Daughter Was Against My Marriage to a New Man, and It Tore Our Family Apart — Story of the Day

Falling in love at 47 was something I never saw coming, especially after the heartbreak of my first marriage. Now, as I prepare to marry John, my teenage daughter, Emilia, is struggling to accept him. Balancing my love for John and my bond with Emilia, I’m faced with difficult choices and unspoken fears.

I never could have imagined that at 47, I would fall in love again, or that I would ever want a relationship after my failed first marriage, which ended 12 years ago.

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For a long time, I thought I was done with love. My ex-husband had been horrible to me. He constantly nagged, telling me I wasn’t doing enough around the house, even though I worked just as much as he did.

His words cut deep, especially when he made fun of me for gaining weight after my pregnancy. He didn’t care how hard I was trying or how much I juggled. I knew he was cheating, but I forgave him every time.

I told myself it was for the sake of our family, for our daughter. But when my then 4-year-old Emilia saw him with another woman, something broke inside me. That was the final straw. I couldn’t live like that anymore.

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The only good thing from that marriage is Emilia. She’s my everything—the best thing that ever happened to me. We’ve always been close.

For so long, it was just her and me, like a team against the world. I never thought I needed anyone else until a year ago when John came into my life.

John was different. He made me feel loved and cared for in ways I hadn’t felt in years. He treated Emilia with kindness, like she was his own daughter. Watching the two of them together gave me hope. I started to believe that maybe, just maybe, John could be the father Emilia never had.

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But everything changed after he proposed. Suddenly, Emilia wasn’t the same. She argued with John, with me, and left the house every time he came over. I didn’t understand it, and it broke my heart.

One evening, I sat in the kitchen with John, staring down at my cup of tea. I sighed, feeling the weight of everything. “I don’t know what to do,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

John looked at me, concerned. “Maybe we should start meeting at my place instead?” he suggested.

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I shook my head. “We’re getting married soon. What are we supposed to do, live apart then too?” I sighed again, feeling even more frustrated. “I don’t understand why she’s acting like this.”

John leaned back in his chair, thinking. “She’s jealous, Lucy. It’s been just you and her for so long. Now, you’ve got someone else in your life. Someone who’s taking up your time and love.”

“I guess,” I said. “But you two were fine before. She liked you.”

“That was different,” he replied calmly. “Back then, I was just your boyfriend. Now I’m going to be your husband and her stepfather. That’s a big change for her.”

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I nodded slowly. “You’re right. But I still don’t know what to do.”

John reached for my hand. “Talk to her,” he said softly.

I snorted, trying to hide my nerves. “Talk to a teenage girl? That’s like walking into a fire.”

John smiled. “No, talk to your daughter. She needs you.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, wishing I had the answers.

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The next day, I knew I had to talk to Emilia. I stood outside her door for a moment before knocking. “Come in,” she said, sounding annoyed. I could almost hear her eyes rolling.

I stepped inside, feeling nervous, and sat down on the edge of her bed. She looked at me, waiting for me to speak. “I wanted to talk to you,” I said.

Emilia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“I know it’s probably hard for you, with John becoming part of our family,” I said, trying to meet her gaze.

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She shrugged. “It’s not hard. John’s fine.”

“Then why do you leave every time he comes over?” I asked, keeping my voice calm. “And why do you argue with him?”

“Just because,” she muttered.

I took a deep breath. “Look, just because I love John doesn’t mean I’ll love you any less. You’re my daughter, and—”

She cut me off, her voice rising. “I don’t believe that!” she shouted. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have homework.”

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Her words stung, but I stood up slowly. “Alright. But if you ever want to talk, you can always come to me. It’s still you and me against the world, remember?”

Emilia didn’t respond. I looked at her for a moment, hoping for something, but she stayed silent. With a heavy heart, I left the room.

As the wedding day got closer, Emilia’s behavior only got worse. Every decision John and I made, she had a problem with. If we liked a caterer, she’d complain about the menu.

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It wasn’t until we chose the one she recommended that the complaints stopped. Picking out my wedding dress became a two-week ordeal, and she insisted on making my bouquet herself.

I thought it was her way of staying involved, but each time she demanded something to be changed, I could feel the tension growing. She had her own dress altered seven times, and John quietly paid for each adjustment.

It wasn’t just the wedding preparations that were exhausting—it was seeing how much pain she was in. I knew she was struggling, but I didn’t know how to help. Her anger felt like a wall between us, and every day, it seemed to grow taller.

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“Maybe we should cancel the wedding,” I said to John one evening, my voice soft.

John looked at me, surprised. “What? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“No, you’re perfect,” I reassured him. “I love you, and that hasn’t changed. It’s just Emilia…”

John nodded, understanding. “This is really hard for her,” he said, confirming what I had feared all along.

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“Yes,” I admitted, finally saying the words out loud. “I thought maybe if we just kept dating, she would come around. She might accept it better if we didn’t rush.”

John took a deep breath and said, “Lucy, I’ll support you no matter what. But this is your life, not Emilia’s. In two years, she’ll be in college, living her own life.”

“I know,” I replied, my chest tightening. “But it hurts to see her struggling like this.”

John reached for my hand. “You’re not alone in this. I’m here for both of you. We’ll figure it out together. I just want to make you both happy.”

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Then he paused as if considering something. “Actually, I’ve been thinking… I’d like to adopt Emilia. If she’s willing, of course. I already see her as my daughter.”

Tears filled my eyes as I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. Somewhere in the hallway, I heard a small noise, but I didn’t pay it much attention. Right now, I was focused on the love and support I had right in front of me.

The wedding day had finally come, and I felt both excited and nervous. I prayed to every god I could think of, hoping everything would go smoothly. But it seemed my prayers went unheard. Just minutes before the ceremony, my friend Kyra hurried into the room, looking worried.

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“Lucy, we have a problem,” she said, her voice tense. My heart sank instantly. “Emilia hasn’t shown up yet.”

“What do you mean, she hasn’t shown up?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten.

“I don’t know,” Kyra said. “She’s not answering her phone or replying to texts.”

Panic rushed through me. I didn’t even think before I bolted out of the room to find John. When I saw him, I blurted out, “Emilia’s gone. She’s disappeared.”

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John stayed calm. “Go find her,” he said with a small smile.

“But the ceremony starts in twenty minutes,” I said, unsure.

“Go,” he repeated, his voice gentle. “This wedding won’t mean anything if Emilia isn’t there.”

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight. In that moment, I knew—once again—that I had chosen the right man.

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I had a feeling I knew where Emilia might be. My heart raced as I drove to the old playground we used to visit when she was younger. Sure enough, when I arrived, I spotted her sitting on one of the swings, her head down, gently swaying back and forth. Relief washed over me.

“Hey,” I said as I approached her, trying to keep my voice steady.

Emilia looked up at me, her eyes red and filled with tears. “Mom? What are you doing here? Isn’t your wedding starting soon?”

I sat down on the swing next to her and shook my head. “The ceremony doesn’t matter without you,” I said.

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She wiped her eyes and asked, “How did John take it? Did he leave you?”

“No, he didn’t leave,” I assured her. “He’s the one who sent me to find you. He told me the same thing I just told you—the ceremony won’t mean anything if you’re not there.”

Emilia blinked, surprised. “Really? He said that?”

I nodded. “What’s going on, Emilia? Why are you trying to stop the wedding? I thought you liked John.”

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“It’s not that,” she muttered. “It’s… it’s just that it’s always been you and me. I thought it would always stay that way. What if he leaves us like Dad did? I couldn’t handle that again.”

Hearing her say that made my heart ache. “So that’s what this is about? You’re testing John?”

She sighed, her voice small. “Not on purpose… but maybe.”

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I reached over and took her hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to protect me. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you. And trust me, John isn’t going anywhere. He loves both of us. He even told me he wants to adopt you.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I overheard you two talking about it. That’s why I’m not at the ceremony right now. What if I let him in, and then he just… leaves? I’m scared, Mom.”

I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “Oh, baby. I’m scared too. But love is about taking risks. We don’t know the future, but we choose love because it’s worth it.”

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She rested her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m ready…”

“I get it,” I said softly. “But no matter what, you’ll always have me. No one, not even John, can change that. You and I? We’ve been a team from the start.”

Emilia let out a small laugh. “But now John’s part of the team too…”

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “It’s easier to fight with three of us, don’t you think?”

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She nodded, smiling a little. “I guess so.”

“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking her in the eyes. She nodded.

“And I trust John. Can you trust my trust?”

After a moment, she nodded again. “Yes.”

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I stood up, holding out my hand. “Then let’s go. I’m late to my own wedding,” I said with a wink.

Emilia took my hand, standing up beside me. We shared a tight hug, knowing that no matter what, we would always have each other.

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Minha sogra de 51 anos implorou para que eu adotasse seus gêmeos recém-nascidos após sua morte — História do dia

Poucos meses depois de dar à luz seus gêmeos, minha sogra de 51 anos implorou, em prantos, que eu os adotasse após sua morte. Não consegui conter as lágrimas quando ela fez outra revelação comovente.

Minha vida estava no auge da felicidade. O que mais eu poderia pedir do que um lindo ninho cheio de amor e aconchego? Fui abençoada com meu amado marido, William, e nossos três filhinhos, que tornaram minha vida mais feliz e agitada a cada dia.

Não éramos muito ricos, mas sempre tínhamos motivos para comemorar cada pequena alegria que surgia, e o vigésimo sétimo aniversário de William marcou mais um dia importante de festa, diversão e momentos em família. Fizemos uma festa de aniversário em casa e convidamos meus sogros, familiares e amigos.

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Tudo estava indo bem. Risadas se espalharam por nossa pequena casa, e a alegria encheu nossos corações quando William fez um brinde. Foi então que minha sogra, Marley, entrou na conversa e fez outro brinde.

“Aos meus dois pãezinhos no forno!!” , anunciou ela, e um silêncio grave tomou conta da sala. Minha sogra de 50 anos estava grávida de gêmeos por fertilização in vitro…

William ficou extremamente envergonhado. Alguns comemoraram e brindaram com a minha sogra, enquanto outros começaram a cochichar. Meu marido ficou visivelmente furioso. Segurei sua mão e gesticulei para que ele se acalmasse.

“Podemos resolver isso depois, querida. Tem gente olhando”, sussurrei.

Eu sabia que seria difícil para William digerir a notícia, pois estávamos planejando outro bebê. Enquanto sonhávamos em ser pais novamente, meu marido seria um irmão.

A dor e o amor são como gêmeos siameses. Não existe um sem o outro.

“Jessica, você não entende. Como a mamãe pôde fazer isso? Ela tem cinquenta anos e vai fazer cinquenta e um em breve… Como ela pôde…” William se irritou. Eu estava presa entre meu marido e a mãe dele.

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Eu sabia que minha sogra e o marido dela vinham lidando com uma crise de relacionamento há muito tempo. Talvez ela achasse que ter filhos pudesse curar e resolver as diferenças entre eles. Eu não tinha certeza, mas sentia pena da minha sogra. Eu sabia que não foi uma decisão fácil que ela tomou da noite para o dia. Ela deve ter pensado muito sobre isso, e isso custou todas as suas economias.

Meses se passaram e, uma semana depois de minha sogra completar 51 anos, ela deu à luz seus gêmeos. Foi um parto complicado, então fiquei perto dela na maternidade.

Logo, toda aquela dor e sofrimento que ela suportou se transformaram em alegria quando ela ouviu o choro alto de seus dois pequenos pacotes de alegria. Ela estava muito feliz — eu percebi isso ao ver as lágrimas infinitas de alegria escorrendo de seus olhos enquanto segurava seus bebês. Isso também me fez chorar, e fiquei muito feliz por ela.

Então, de repente, meu telefone tocou. Ouvi William soluçando, e então ele gaguejou:

“Querido, meu querido, papai sofreu um acidente. Ele morreu na hora.”

“O QUÊ??” Larguei o telefone e olhei para minha sogra, que estava a mais feliz do mundo, abraçando seus bebês. Como vou contar a ela que o marido dela morreu?, gritei do lado de fora da enfermaria. Mas a verdade tinha que vir à tona de uma forma ou de outra.

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Alguns dias se passaram e minha sogra ficou preocupada com o marido.

“Querido”, ela me chamou. “Onde está o David? Por que ele não veio?”

“Mãe, vamos para casa primeiro”, disse William. Ele ficou sem palavras depois disso, e não conseguimos descobrir como contar a verdade para a mãe dele.

Levamos minha sogra e seus bebês de volta para casa e, à medida que nos aproximávamos, nossos corações começaram a bater mais rápido. Minha sogra quase desmaiou ao ver a foto emoldurada do falecido marido, cercada de flores, guirlandas e velas. Ela entendeu que ele havia partido, para nunca mais voltar.

Algumas semanas se passaram e, à medida que a poeira da dor se dissipava, meus filhos e eu nos tornamos os pilares da minha sogra. Nós a ajudamos a cuidar dos bebês enquanto ela superava os problemas pós-parto. Enquanto pensávamos que a tempestade havia se acalmado, minha sogra me ligou um dia, dizendo que queria compartilhar um segredo. Mas, quando a encontrei em particular, ela primeiro me pediu para fazer uma promessa.

“Jessica, você vai adotar meus bebês depois que eu partir?” ela perguntou.

“O quê? Por que você diz isso?”

“Porque recentemente fui diagnosticado com câncer terminal. Não me resta muito tempo.”

Fiquei arrasada quando ouvi isso. Mas não foi só isso. Minha sogra então revelou um segredo terrível que ela e o falecido marido esconderam de William por toda a vida.

“David e eu achávamos que nosso relacionamento melhoraria depois de adotarmos William. Não melhorou, mas amávamos nosso filho profundamente. Mas isso nos incomodava muito, pois não podíamos ter filhos devido à infertilidade de David.”

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Eu sabia que era uma ideia idiota, mas queria ser mãe mesmo tendo cinquenta anos e ainda não tendo chegado à menopausa. Queria ter meus próprios filhos, e a fertilização in vitro ajudou. Eu deveria ter feito isso antes, mas o medo da sociedade sempre me assombrou. Então percebi que a sociedade não estava lidando com a minha dor… Eu estava… então corri o risco.

Fiquei surpresa quando descobri que meu marido era filho adotivo da minha sogra. Pior de tudo, ele não sabia disso.

Como lhe contarei a verdade? Devo mesmo contar-lhe e destruir-lhe a paz? Ou devo levar este segredo para o túmulo?, ponderei.

Minha sogra quebrou meu silêncio implorando para que eu prometesse ficar com os bebês dela depois que ela morresse. Eu estava dividida. Eu já tinha três filhos, e William tinha acabado de se estabelecer em seu novo emprego e ainda estávamos com dificuldades financeiras. Mas a história da minha sogra era diferente. Ela era uma professora aposentada que sobrevivia da sua pensão. Em suma, ela não teve dias difíceis como nós.

Acolher os filhos dela significaria o dobro de responsabilidade e despesas. Foi difícil para mim decidir, mas, naquele momento, não consegui pensar em mais nada além de oferecer meus ombros para ela se apoiar.

“Eu prometo, mãe. Vou criar seus filhos como se fossem meus. Serei a mãe deles, aconteça o que acontecer.”

Eu pressentia os obstáculos que me aguardavam, mas estava preparada para enfrentá-los. Fui criada em um abrigo para órfãos e sabia como era difícil viver sem o apoio e o amor dos meus pais. De qualquer forma, eu não estava pronta para dar aos filhos da minha sogra aquela vida sombria.

Alguns meses depois, minha sogra perdeu a batalha contra o câncer. Eu sabia que isso aconteceria, mas não estava preparada para que acontecesse tão cedo.

Depois que ela foi sepultada ao lado do amado marido, decidi revelar a verdade a William. Eu sabia que isso o magoaria, mas eu tinha que fazer isso.

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“Querida, tem uma coisa que eu quero te contar”, comecei, olhando fundo nos olhos marejados de William. Era evidente que ele sentia muita falta da mãe.

“Prometi à sua mãe que adotaria os bebês dela. Eles precisam de nós. Temos que criá-los. Não podemos abandoná-los, querida.”

Nesse momento, meu marido me abraçou forte e chorou no meu ombro. Ele me disse que inicialmente sentia ciúmes dos irmãos recém-nascidos, mas depois que eles perderam os pais em poucos meses, percebeu que aquelas duas vidinhas inocentes precisavam dele. Ele também havia decidido acolhê-los e criá-los. Meu marido me disse que estava esperando para discutir isso comigo e pedir minha permissão.

“Querida, sou tão abençoada por ter você. Você me ensinou o verdadeiro significado do amor. Fiquei envergonhada quando minha mãe teve seus bebês. Eu não a entendia. Mas sinto muita falta dela agora, e quero dizer a ela o quanto a amo…”, disse ele, chorando.

Abracei William e suspirei de alívio. Mas ainda havia algo me incomodando. Será que eu deveria contar a William sobre sua adoção?

Naquele dia, prometi a mim mesma que seria uma boa mãe para os meus cinco filhos e levaria o segredo da adoção do meu marido para o túmulo. Não faria diferença, porque o amor vem do coração, não do DNA. Ele amava seus falecidos pais, e eu não queria estragar isso enquanto estivesse viva.

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O que podemos aprender com essa história?

  • Só o amor e a bondade podem curar um coração partido. Quando Marley soube que morreria de câncer em breve, pediu a Jessica que adotasse seus bebês. Apesar das dificuldades, Jessica concordou porque amava e simpatizava com a sogra.
  • Luto e amor são como gêmeos siameses. Não se tem um sem o outro. William ficou constrangido quando sua mãe anunciou a gravidez. Ele chegou a sentir ciúmes dos irmãos recém-nascidos. Mas, depois que sua mãe faleceu, ele percebeu o quanto a amava e sentia falta dela.

Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Ela pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.

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