“You’re useless!” my daughter-in-law screamed as she shoved me into the pool at my son’s wedding. Everyone laughed—until the lights dimmed, and the event manager announced: “All bills have just been canceled by the sponsor.” The hall turned dead silent. At my son’s wedding, my new daughter-in-law, Amelia, shoved me into the swimming pool. My son, Jason, stood by and did nothing. They didn't know one thing. The entire, lavish wedding—the venue, the band, the fifty hotel suites—was being paid for