At my son’s luxury wedding, he handed me $5,000 to make me and my wife disappear before the ‘important guests’ noticed us—then a man with sealed documents stopped in front of me, asked for my signature, and my son went pale in front of the whole ballroom.
“Mom and Dad, maybe you should head home early.” My son said it at his own wedding, in a voice low enough to pretend he was being kind and sharp enough to cut through every year I had spent raising him. He stood in front of me in a tailored navy tuxedo that probably cost…
