“You want to marry him?” her mother practically screeched as she pointed and an accusing finger in the direction of her now Fiance. After all theses years, she was more than used to her mother's rantings now. Her fiance, however, was not as she had managed to make sure he was never around when her mother started in about whatever had managed to upset her that particular time. It was clear to her that the entire affair was making him nervous as his face had paled considerably. While she waited for her mother to stop yelling she turned her focus to her father. She did not really care what her mother had to say about her choice in a Fiance. The only reason she had told her was out of courtesy. She wanted to know what he thought.
Her father sat there with a practice blank expression on his face. It was one that he only had on his face when his wife started ranting like this. In an effect it was his own mask yet unlike his daughter it was one he could remove as he so chose. His opinion was the only one that really mattered to her. He was not the one who had used guilt, mind games or even sympathy to force her to do things she did not really want to do. No, that had been the screaming banshee she called a mother. In fact, she still did such things and was trying to do so now. Her father did not try to mold her into his perfect image of what he thought she should be. He wanted her to walk her own path and she loved him for that. That was why more than anything she wanted his approval of their upcoming marriage. She wanted his blessing.
“ - what type of future would the two of you have together? None! I will not let you marry him,” was what she heard when she turned her focus back to her mother as she had blocked out the rest of the speech. After all this time she could probably guess what she had said. What she had heard caused her eyes to narrow and to inhale as she herself almost began to scream. What had stopped her was how her Fiance had placed his hand upon hers. It drew her attention to his and within his eyes, she saw understanding. He now knew firsthand what had made her behave the way she had when they first met. She had course told him before they had become engaged, but seeing it first hand was different. She smiled softly at him and took a deep breath to take hold of herself before she faced her mother. She would not stoop to her level.
“You have been controlling me all my life. Telling me what I could and could not do. Who I could be friends with and who I could not. You had always told me what I could wear and what I was not allowed to. You even tried to control who I dated, but daddy stepped in to stop you on that one! Before I met him you had me so twisted up inside that I did not even know who I really was let alone how I really felt! I am tired of doing as you say and I will not let you keep me away from the person who had made me the happiest in the world,” she told her. Her expression was firm as she stared down her mother. Her life was her own now and she would not let her mother control her anymore!
“Then why did you even come here in the first place?” her mother asked a twisted expression on her face.
“As a courtesy to you the woman who gave birth to me and because I want to know what daddy really things of this!” she nearly shouted as she tightened her grip on his hand and he did so as well. They then relaxed their grip.
“Dear?” her mother asked as she looked at her husband. There was a pointed expression on her face that stated he better agree with her.
He seemed to ignore it though as he asked his daughters Fiance, “Do you love her?”
“With all my heart,” he answered her father as he squeezed her hand and looked at her smiling softly.
“And your future?” her father asked causing her Fiance to look at him again.
“I have two years at college already and plan to finish my teaching degree in the next two years.
“And you?” her father asked her as he turned his focus on her.
“I’ll finish school and get my degree in child psychology,” she answered as she smiled at him. Her father nodded his head as he thought for a moment. Just as she began to get worried her father stood up a smile on his face as she walked over to her Fiance his hand out. “Then you have my blessings,” he told them.
Her Fiance stood up a grin on his face as he took her father’s hand in his and shook it. “Thank you, sir-” he began only to stop when her father pulled him into a fierce hug.
“No… Thank you for saving my little girl and loving her for who she truly is,” her father whispered to him.
“Sir, she was the one to save me.”
Her father sat there with a practice blank expression on his face. It was one that he only had on his face when his wife started ranting like this. In an effect it was his own mask yet unlike his daughter it was one he could remove as he so chose. His opinion was the only one that really mattered to her. He was not the one who had used guilt, mind games or even sympathy to force her to do things she did not really want to do. No, that had been the screaming banshee she called a mother. In fact, she still did such things and was trying to do so now. Her father did not try to mold her into his perfect image of what he thought she should be. He wanted her to walk her own path and she loved him for that. That was why more than anything she wanted his approval of their upcoming marriage. She wanted his blessing.
“ - what type of future would the two of you have together? None! I will not let you marry him,” was what she heard when she turned her focus back to her mother as she had blocked out the rest of the speech. After all this time she could probably guess what she had said. What she had heard caused her eyes to narrow and to inhale as she herself almost began to scream. What had stopped her was how her Fiance had placed his hand upon hers. It drew her attention to his and within his eyes, she saw understanding. He now knew firsthand what had made her behave the way she had when they first met. She had course told him before they had become engaged, but seeing it first hand was different. She smiled softly at him and took a deep breath to take hold of herself before she faced her mother. She would not stoop to her level.
“You have been controlling me all my life. Telling me what I could and could not do. Who I could be friends with and who I could not. You had always told me what I could wear and what I was not allowed to. You even tried to control who I dated, but daddy stepped in to stop you on that one! Before I met him you had me so twisted up inside that I did not even know who I really was let alone how I really felt! I am tired of doing as you say and I will not let you keep me away from the person who had made me the happiest in the world,” she told her. Her expression was firm as she stared down her mother. Her life was her own now and she would not let her mother control her anymore!
“Then why did you even come here in the first place?” her mother asked a twisted expression on her face.
“As a courtesy to you the woman who gave birth to me and because I want to know what daddy really things of this!” she nearly shouted as she tightened her grip on his hand and he did so as well. They then relaxed their grip.
“Dear?” her mother asked as she looked at her husband. There was a pointed expression on her face that stated he better agree with her.
He seemed to ignore it though as he asked his daughters Fiance, “Do you love her?”
“With all my heart,” he answered her father as he squeezed her hand and looked at her smiling softly.
“And your future?” her father asked causing her Fiance to look at him again.
“I have two years at college already and plan to finish my teaching degree in the next two years.
“And you?” her father asked her as he turned his focus on her.
“I’ll finish school and get my degree in child psychology,” she answered as she smiled at him. Her father nodded his head as he thought for a moment. Just as she began to get worried her father stood up a smile on his face as she walked over to her Fiance his hand out. “Then you have my blessings,” he told them.
Her Fiance stood up a grin on his face as he took her father’s hand in his and shook it. “Thank you, sir-” he began only to stop when her father pulled him into a fierce hug.
“No… Thank you for saving my little girl and loving her for who she truly is,” her father whispered to him.
“Sir, she was the one to save me.”
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