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I Refused to Cover My Stepdaughter’s Wedding Costs to Support My Son’s Hobbies

I’m 42, and I’ve always tried to be a supportive stepfather. I’ve helped my stepdaughter with school, cheered her on through tough times, and treated her as my own. But lately, things have changed.

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My son recently discovered a love for fishing competitions, and I decided to support his new passion. That didn’t sit well with my wife. She told me, “Stop wasting our money on your son’s dreams. My daughter needs it more.”

Her daughter is getting married in just a few weeks, and she’s short on money for the venue. I refused to contribute—not because I don’t care, but because her biological father is wealthy and has already offered to help. Still, my wife refuses to accept a cent from her ex.

When I stood my ground, I reminded her that it wasn’t even her money I was spending. That’s when she shocked me. She threatened to cancel the wedding altogether if I didn’t stop supporting my son and instead put that money toward her daughter’s big day. She even said she’d make sure everyone knew how “heartless” I’d become.

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Now, I feel completely trapped. I’ve always tried to be fair, but why am I being forced to choose between them? My stepdaughter has every opportunity and another parent willing to help. My son, on the other hand, has found something that gives him purpose.

I can’t understand why supporting him makes me the villain. Why should I be expected to prioritize my stepdaughter’s wedding over my own son’s dream—especially when all I want is to give them both the chance to be happy?

Source: nowiveseeneverything.club

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