Dad Called My Groom a Nobody at Our Wedding — He Had No Idea the Man He Dismissed Had Spent Eight Years Investigating His Foundation

To my father, this was not a calling.

It was a confession of failure.

A man who chose to spend his one life defending the worthless, for almost no money, was himself worthless, by the only arithmetic my father understood.

For the six months of our engagement, he had made this view known to everyone in our social circle, at every dinner and every club luncheon, in that carrying voice of his. She’s marrying a public defender.

Can you imagine.

A nobody.