I’m 28 years old and my fiancé has just put a ring on it.
But while I’m jumping up and down on cloud nine, there is a bigger, much darker cloud hanging over me, threatening to rain all over my big day.
My dad is refusing to come to the wedding – because my fiancé didn’t ask his permission to propose.
There were so many things about our engagement that were traditional. There was the ring, gorgeous and sparkly, just like I’d always wanted. There was the romantic location, the lake where we’d shared our first kiss, just as the sun was coming up.
There were beaming selfies (more of a modern “tradition”, perhaps) and of course, there were tearful phone calls to our families, sharing our happy news.
But one of those calls wiped the smiles off our faces.
My dad, separated from my mum and living in the United States, didn’t congratulate us. He didn’t ask how my fiancé popped the question or what my ring was like or if we’d set a date yet.
He simply said: “You can’t do that, he didn’t ask me.”
He had to be kidding, right?
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“I’m not being traded for goats,” I laughed, nervously.
But this definitely wasn’t a joke. In fact, he hung up the phone, leaving me reeling.
I’m an independent woman. I’ve been merrily paying my own bills for the past decade. It’s 2018 for crying out loud!
And yet I’m still a commodity in my dad’s eyes. Something to be bargained over, stock to be traded.
To me, he gave his blessing when they had beers and chatted about the footie; when he came to our home, sat down at our table. Blessing is a subtle nod of the head, not a deal to be brokered behind my back.