{"id":6317,"date":"2025-01-12T17:38:35","date_gmt":"2025-01-12T17:38:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=6317"},"modified":"2025-01-12T17:38:41","modified_gmt":"2025-01-12T17:38:41","slug":"my-dad-kicked-me-out-for-marrying-a-poor-man-he-cried-when-he-saw-me-after-3-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/6317","title":{"rendered":"My Dad Kicked Me Out for Marrying a Poor Man \u2013 He Cried When He Saw Me After 3 Years\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cIf you go through with this, you\u2019re no longer my daughter.\u201d Those were the last words my father said to me three years ago, before slamming the door on our relationship. I thought I\u2019d never hear from him again\u2014until his black car pulled into my driveway.\u201d\n

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I didn\u2019t plan for life to turn out this way. If you had told me three years ago that I\u2019d be sitting here writing this, estranged from the man who raised me, I\u2019d have laughed in your face. Back then, my world was simple. Or so I thought.\n
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$\"Young$ \n\n
Young woman in deep thoughts\n\n
It all started with two pink lines. Two tiny lines that changed my life forever. I was 25, working as a junior architect in the city, and in love with Lucas, a soft-spoken carpenter from a small village just outside of town.\n
Lucas wasn\u2019t the type to sweep you off your feet with grand gestures. His charm was quieter\u2014thoughtful notes tucked into my lunch, the way he remembered every little thing I said, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me. He was my peace in a world of chaos. And I was sure my dad would hate him.\n
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I wasn\u2019t wrong.\n
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$\"A$ \n\n
A happy young couple\n\n
When I told my dad I was pregnant and wanted to marry Lucas, I could feel my heart pounding like it wanted to escape.\n
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. My father, a tall, imposing man with silver hair and sharp, calculating eyes, just stared at me. No shouting, no slammed doors. Just a long, heavy silence. His expression was unreadable, which somehow made it worse.\n
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$\"Wealthy$ \n\n
Wealthy man seated in his living room\n\n
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Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but colder than I\u2019d ever heard. \u201cIf you go through with this, you\u2019re no longer my daughter.\u201d\n
I blinked, unsure if I\u2019d heard him correctly. \u201cWhat? Dad, you don\u2019t mean that\u2014\u201d\n
\u201cI do.\u201d His words were like ice. \u201cYou\u2019re making a mistake, Lily. That boy has nothing to offer you. No money, no future. You\u2019re throwing your life away.\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not \u2018that boy.’\u201d My voice cracked, but I pressed on. \u201cLucas is kind. He\u2019s hardworking. He loves me, Dad. Isn\u2019t that enough?\u201d\n
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$\"Father$ \n\n
Father and daughter having a serious conversation\n\n
My father\u2019s gaze hardened. \u201cLove doesn\u2019t pay bills. It doesn\u2019t secure a legacy. I raised you better than this.\u201d\n
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I felt the sting of tears but refused to cry. \u201cYou raised me to stand up for myself. To fight for what matters. Lucas and I are starting a family, Dad. I wish you could see that.\u201d\n
He didn\u2019t respond. Instead, he turned, walked to his office, and shut the door. That was it. No goodbye. No \u201cI\u2019ll miss you.\u201d Just silence.\n
That night, I packed my things, left the house that had been my home since I was born, and moved in with Lucas. As for my dad, he cut all ties.\n
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$\"Woman$ \n\n
Woman leaving her home\n\n
For months, anger consumed me. How could he? How could my father, the man who used to tuck me in every night and braid my hair before school, abandon me just because I fell in love with someone he deemed unworthy?\n
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I cried myself to sleep more times than I can count, but life didn\u2019t wait for me to heal. Life with Lucas demanded every ounce of strength I had.\n
His tiny house felt like a shoebox, especially once my belly began to swell. \u201cI know it\u2019s not much,\u201d Lucas would say, his voice laced with guilt. \u201cBut we\u2019ll make it work.\u201d\n
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$\"Struggling$ \n\n
Struggling couple inside their modest home\n\n
And we tried. He took on every job he could find, from fixing fences to building kitchen cabinets. I did what I could, though being pregnant with twins\u2014or so we thought\u2014left me exhausted most days.\n
When the twins turned out to be triplets, I nearly fainted in the delivery room. Lucas looked equally terrified but managed to whisper, \u201cGuess we\u2019re overachievers.\u201d\n
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$\"Newborn$ \n\n
Newborn triplets | Source: Midjourney\n\n
Sleepless nights became our norm. We shared every fear\u2014how we\u2019d afford diapers if the electricity would stay on if we were failing as parents. There were fights, too, born out of exhaustion and stress, but Lucas never wavered. He\u2019d rock one baby while soothing another and still manage to kiss my forehead.\n
Slowly, things shifted. Lucas\u2019 skill with carpentry caught the eye of a local business owner who commissioned a massive project. Word spread, and soon, we couldn\u2019t keep up with the orders.\n
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$\"A$ \n\n
A young male carpenter working | Source: Midjourney\n\n
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I started managing the books and finances. By the time the triplets were two, our once-shoebox life had transformed. We bought a modest home, and a secondhand car, and for the first time, I felt like we were breathing.\n
Then came the call.\n
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$\"Close$ \n\n
Close up of a smartphone | Source: Pexels\n\n
\u201cLily,\u201d my father\u2019s voice cut through the static. It was sharper than I remembered. \u201cI hear you have children now.\u201d\n
My throat tightened. \u201cYes. Three of them.\u201d\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be there tomorrow,\u201d he said flatly. \u201cYou and the children deserve a better life. I\u2019m giving you one chance to come back. If you say no\u2026 this is goodbye for good.\u201d\n
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When I hung up the phone, I felt a mix of dread and anticipation. My father was coming. The man who had turned his back on me, who hadn\u2019t so much as called in three years, was suddenly inserting himself into my life. Why now?\n
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$\"Woman$ \n\n
Woman on phone | Source: Midjourney\n\n
The next morning, his sleek black car pulled into our gravel driveway, looking out of place against the backdrop of our modest home. He stepped out wearing a tailored suit, the kind I used to see him wear when I was little. The sight of him brought a lump to my throat, but I swallowed it down. This wasn\u2019t the time for weakness.\n
\u201cDad,\u201d I said, forcing a polite tone as I opened the door.\n
\u201cLily,\u201d he replied, his voice as formal as ever. No warmth, no acknowledgment of the years lost.\n
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Lucas appeared at my side, his hand resting lightly on my back, a silent show of support. My father\u2019s eyes flicked to him, barely pausing before shifting to the house behind us.\n
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$\"Senior$ \n\n
Senior man paying her daughter and husband a visit | Source: Midjourney\n\n
\u201cMay I come in?\u201d he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.\n
I stepped aside, letting him walk through the door. He moved slowly, inspecting everything as though he were a judge on some reality show. His gaze lingered on the hardwood floors Lucas had installed, the family photos lining the walls, and the corner where the triplets\u2019 toys were neatly stacked. His face was unreadable, but his silence was deafening.\n
Then he turned to me, shaking his head. \u201cOh, no! What have you done?\u201d His voice cracked, his despair unmistakable. \u201cYou\u2019re not struggling!\u201d\n
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$\"Dad$ \n\n
Dad paying his daughter a visit | Source: Midjourney\n\n
I blinked, caught off guard. \u201cNo, we\u2019re not,\u201d I replied, my tone steady. \u201cWe\u2019ve built a good life here.\u201d\n
He stared at me, his jaw tightening. \u201cYou could\u2019ve had more. You still can. Come with me, Lily. Bring the children. I can give them opportunities you\u2019ll never be able to.\u201d\n
Lucas\u2019 hand tensed on my back, but I held my ground. \u201cThey already have everything they need. Love, stability, and parents who worked hard to build a home for them. We don\u2019t need anything else.\u201d\n
My father\u2019s face hardened. \u201cYou\u2019ll regret this,\u201d he said coldly. But there was something else there too\u2014pain.\n
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$\"Man$ \n\n
Man and his daughter having a conversation | Source: Midjourney\n\n
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My father\u2019s face darkened as my words hung in the air. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out. I stood frozen, watching him march to his car. He yanked the door open and sank into the driver\u2019s seat, slamming it shut.\n
I waited for the engine to roar to life, for him to peel out of the driveway and disappear again. But the car didn\u2019t move. Minutes passed, then an hour, and then another. From the window, I could see him through the windshield, his head in his hands. He wasn\u2019t angry. He looked\u2026 broken.\n
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$\"Sad$ \n\n
Sad senior man in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s he doing?\u201d Lucas asked softly, standing beside me with one of the triplets perched on his hip.\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I whispered.\n
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The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the yard. Finally, after three long hours, my father stepped out of the car. He moved slowly, his shoulders slumped in a way I\u2019d never seen before. When he reached the door, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the wood before finally knocking.\n
I opened the door to a man who looked nothing like the father I\u2019d grown up with. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes red and raw.\n
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$\"Father$ \n\n
Father and daughter having an emotional conversation | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n
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\u201cI was wrong,\u201d he said, his voice trembling. \u201cI thought I was protecting you, but all I did was push you away.\u201d\n
I swallowed hard, my own tears threatening to spill. \u201cDad\u2026\u201d\n
\u201cI thought you were throwing your life away,\u201d he continued, his voice breaking. \u201cBut I was blind. You\u2019ve built something beautiful, something I should have been proud of from the start.\u201d\n
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And then he broke. The man who had always seemed larger than life crumbled before me, sobbing in a way I\u2019d never imagined. Without thinking, I reached for him, pulling him into a hug.\n
\u201cI missed you,\u201d I whispered.\n
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$\"Senior$ \n\n
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For the first time in years, we talked. Really talked. He apologized\u2014over and over\u2014for his pride, his mistakes, the years we\u2019d lost. And I forgave him.\n
As the triplets toddled in, giggling and curious, he knelt down, his eyes wide with wonder. \u201cHi there,\u201d he said, his voice thick with emotion.\n
\u201cGrandpa?\u201d one of them asked, and he nodded, tears falling freely.\n
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\u201cYes,\u201d he choked out, smiling through the sobs. \u201cGrandpa\u2019s here now.\u201d\n
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$\"Senior$ \n\n
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