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\n<\/b>My jaw nearly hit the floor when my 19-year-old son walked into the living room one evening and announced,\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m getting married!\u201d<\/i>\u00a0My husband and I exchanged startled glances, unsure if we\u2019d heard correctly. He explained that he had met a young woman only three weeks earlier. Their paths had crossed through friends we didn\u2019t know well, and already they had decided to marry.<\/p>\nTrying to Be Supportive<\/b><\/h2>\n
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\n<\/b>We wanted to protect him, to caution him, but he was no longer a child. After a long conversation about responsibility, commitment, and the challenges of marriage, we told him gently,\u00a0\u201cYou\u2019re an adult. We won\u2019t stop you.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0He smiled with a mixture of relief and excitement. I tried to share in his joy, though unease tugged at me.<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\nThe Wedding Day<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b>The ceremony was simple, held in a modest hall with only a handful of guests. From our side, nearly the whole family was present. From hers, almost no one came. That absence gnawed at me, but I forced myself to push the thought aside. My son\u2019s face glowed with happiness, and I didn\u2019t want to dim it.<\/p>\nThe Growing Unease<\/b><\/h2>\n
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