When she was thirteen I promised her my wedding dress."
She has gone through phases of wanting short hair, wanting to be a boy, and gettingtattoos.
I have encouraged her as much as I can.

I am contributing significantly to the wedding."
At first I agreed but dragged my feet bringing the dress over.
“This dress is yours, with living, breathing memories attached to it.

On the other hand, some people like useru/Usrname52disagreed.
“You’re the asshole,” they commented.
And finally, others brought up other valid points.

“But what are you saving it for?”
“To be donated after you are gone for a stranger to alter into something else?
Your daughter wants to honor you by making your wedding gown into her own.”


