The day of the wedding, my daughter, Jenny, decided to have both her mother, my ex-wife, and me walk her down the aisle. I was displeased at first, but I was forced to agree that it was Jenny's wedding and not mine, even though I paid for everything. That was another dilemma, I did have to pay for everything. I didn't plan the wedding, pick out the wedding chapel, the wedding dress, the menu, or even the groom. It seemed that neither my ex-wife nor the groom's parents seemed to have any money. I was beginning to feel set up, especially when the smiling Noelle followed me around everywhere I went, probably wondering if I had another credit card that hadn't been maxed out.