At 75, I met Peter in a nursing home. He’s given me the love and care I never had, making my golden years truly special. When he proposed, I was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to share the news with my daughter. Expecting support, her harsh reply shocked me: “Mom, you’re making a fool of yourself. You’re too old to play dress-up and pretend you’re a bride. At your age, it looks pathetic.”

Her words shattered my happiness. I had envisioned a beautiful wedding, wearing a dress that made me feel young and cherished again. My daughter’s response made me question everything. Am I really too old to experience this joy? Is my dream of walking down the aisle with Peter just a foolish fantasy?

Now, I’m torn between two painful choices: cancel the wedding and return the dress, settling for just a simple family dinner, or follow my heart and marry the man who brought new light into my life. My heart aches, caught between my daughter’s harsh judgment and my own yearning for happiness. Should I let go of my dreams, or embrace this love despite the criticism?