I Broke My Arm and Leg Before My Dad Married My Mom’s Sister – They Still Made Me Plan the Wedding… So Grandma Showed Up and Dropped a ‘Gift’ That Made Them Scream
I was 19 when my dad told me he was moving my aunt Amanda into our house. A year after Mom died, they were suddenly in love.
When Dad was around, Amanda was sweetness and concern. When he left the room, her voice changed.
“Useless,” she’d mutter. If I forgot something, if I was tired, if I breathed wrong — useless. Once she even said I was just like my mother.
I tried telling Dad. He didn’t believe me.
Then Amanda sent me out in a snowstorm to run wedding errands. I slipped, broke my arm and leg, and woke up in the hospital.
She leaned over my bed and hissed, “This doesn’t get you out of helping.”
Dad told me I should’ve been more careful.
That night I called Grandma, sobbing. She listened, then said, “Be patient. I’m coming.”
A week later, right before the celebration, the doorbell rang.
Grandma marched in — followed by balloons, party junk, and three clowns.
“If you’re turning your lives into a circus,” she said calmly, “I brought the theme.”
Then she sent them outside, took my hand, and told me to speak.
Amanda demanded proof.
Grandma nodded. “There isn’t any. There’s only a choice.”
She looked at Dad. “Believe your fiancée, or believe your daughter. Choose wrong, and you lose us both.”
Dad trembled.
“The wedding is off,” he said.
Amanda screamed and left.
For the first time since Mom died, I finally felt safe at home.
