The total came to almost eighty thousand dollars.
Mom’s personal payments covered approximately sixty-three thousand.
Ashley and I had paid for the remainder, including some of our clothing, the rings, and a few outside services. Ashley’s parents had contributed toward the rehearsal dinner.
I looked at the figures.
“Mom, you spent sixty-three thousand dollars on our wedding?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She frowned.
“Because I wanted to.”
“That’s more than I make in several months.”
“I know what you make, Nathan.”
I lowered my head.
She reached across the table.
“Your father and I worked so you could have opportunities we didn’t. I wanted to give you a celebration.”
I looked toward the invoices.
“But Ashley doesn’t even appreciate it.”
Mom withdrew her hand.
“That’s between the two of you.”
“No, it isn’t. She insulted you in front of everybody.”
Mom sighed.
“Sweetheart, Ashley has never been comfortable around me.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I tried. Remember Christmas?”
I remembered.
Ashley had complained that Mom wore work boots to dinner.
She said it was embarrassing for the owner of a major transportation company to dress like one of the drivers.
I’d told Mom that Ashley was particular about appearances.
Then I’d suggested she wear something nicer next time.
The memory made my stomach turn.
Mom continued.
