My Dad Kicked Me Out for Marrying a Poor Man – He Cried When He Saw Me After 3 Years
When I told my dad I was marrying Daniel, he was furious. Daniel wasn’t wealthy, didn’t have a prestigious job, and didn’t meet the high standards my father had always set for me. “You’re throwing your life away!” he shouted. No matter how much I tried to explain that Daniel was kind, hardworking, and loved me deeply, my dad wouldn’t hear it.
The day we eloped, my father disowned me. “Don’t come back here,” he said coldly. I left his house in tears, heartbroken but determined to build a life with the man I loved.
The first few years were tough. Daniel and I lived in a tiny apartment, barely making ends meet. But despite the struggles, we were happy. We built our life on love, trust, and hard work. Over time, Daniel’s small business grew, and we found stability. Still, I missed my father terribly. Every holiday, every milestone—I wondered if he thought of me.
Three years later, after much encouragement from Daniel, I decided to visit my childhood home. My heart raced as I walked up the familiar steps, unsure of the reception I’d get.
When my dad opened the door, his eyes widened in shock. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, to my surprise, tears welled up in his eyes. “I thought I lost you forever,” he whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace.
We both cried, years of pain and pride melting away. He apologized for pushing me away, and I forgave him.
That day, my father finally saw what I had known all along—that love is worth more than money. And Daniel? He’s now the son my dad never knew he needed.
