Woven In Her Veil

Most people remember their wedding day as the happiest moment of their lives.

I remember mine as the day I lost my grip on reality.



There were flowers.

There were guests.

There was even a white dress.



But there was also my mother...

standing at the altar, looking at me not like a parent, but like a bride.



I said “I do” with a smile on my face and a scream in my soul.



You might think you understand what happened.

You might think this is just a twisted love story.

But the truth is far darker, far stranger than anything you could imagine.

This wasn’t about love.

It was about control.

Obsession.

Secrets buried beneath decades of silence.



So if you’ve come here expecting romance, turn back now.

This is the story of how I married my mother…

and how doing so nearly destroyed us both.