I Was Forced To Sit Alone At My Son’s Wedding — And Then A Stranger Took My Hand And Said, “Act Like You’re With Me.” The coordinator pointed to the very last row like she was assigning a punishment. “Row twelve, seat fifteen.” Translation: out of sight, out of family. Two hours earlier, my new daughter-in-law had tapped the seating chart with a French manicure and said, “Your poverty will embarrass us.” My son—my Brandon—looked everywhere but at me. So I smoothed my navy dress, tucked the hurt