Oh, I always knew my mother-in-law was a piece of work, but even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined shed turn up to my wedding in white.
This dress was practically bridalfloor-length, lace, figure-hugging. She waltzed into the registry office like it was her own catwalk moment. While the guests whispered, she just smirked and said, What? Its a celebration for all of us, isnt it?
First red flag? She insisted on riding in the same car as us. Am I some stranger now? she huffed, plonking herself next to my groom while I squeezed into the backseat. Lovely start, right?
At the registry office, she planted herself right beside us like some third wheel in our marriage. In every photo, her hands on my husbands shoulder, her face closer to the camera than mine. At one point, she even adjusted my veil and whispered, Its all crookedlet me fix it.
Then at the reception, she acted like she was hosting the whole thingadjusting the music, telling the waiters the salad needed more salt, and worst of all, constantly whispering in my husbands ear like she needed to remind him who his mother was.
And thenthe absolute crowning gloryshe stood up for a toast: I wish you both happiness. Though, honestly, I thought my son wouldve made a different choice But since this is how it is, fine.
Dead silence. I kept smiling, but inside? Boiling.
Enough was enough. Time to end this circus.
I walked over with a glass of wine, pretending to make peaceclinked glasses, posed for a photo. She leaned in, and oopsmy hand slipped.
Red wine. All over that white dress.
Oh! she gasped, dabbing at the stain. How clumsy!
Quick as anything, I said, Theres a mirror and tissues in the loo. Go checkmaybe itll come out.
She scurried off. I followed, waited till she was in a stall, then quietly shut the door and flipped the latch. Locked in.
Back at the party, I announced smoothly, Mums gone homenot feeling well. Said not to bother her.
Suddenly, the evening was lighter. Guests laughed, music played, and for the first time all day, I actually felt like the bridenot just a spectator at some family drama.
No regrets. But something tells me lifes going to be interesting.