Daughter Marries Man Twice Her Age: A Father’s Stunned Reaction
The late afternoon sun streamed into the living room as I sorted through the mail, a usual Saturday ritual.
The doorbell chimed, and there was Serena, my daughter, radiating her typical vibrant energy. But today, something was different.
“There’s someone I want you to meet,” she announced, an uncharacteristic nervousness in her voice. “My fiancé.”
The word hung in the air. Fiancé? She then raised her hand, revealing a modest ring. “His name’s Edison. We’re getting married.” I was speechless. A fiancé? She hadn’t even mentioned a boyfriend.
Then came the real bombshell: “He’s sixty.” Sixty. Forty-two years her senior. Practically my age.
“He’s wise, supportive, amazing,” she gushed, completely oblivious to my shock. “You’ll love him.”
I tried to keep my composure. “Serena, you’re just starting your life. He’s old enough to retire.”
“He believes in me,” she retorted, a sharp edge to her voice. “He’s everything you never were.”
That stung, but I held my tongue. She clearly believed in this man, and I had no evidence to suggest he wasn’t who he claimed to be.
“Okay,” I finally managed, forcing a smile. “When can I meet him?”
“Tomorrow night. Dinner at his place.”
I nodded, returning her hug. But inside, I was bracing myself. Tomorrow, I’d meet the man who had captured my daughter’s heart, and I intended to be ready.
