Oh man, let me tell you about this whole drama with Ethan and his mum proper messy, it was.
So Ethan was absolutely fuming at his mums behaviour and decided to move out because, honestly, hed had enough.
*”You dont respect me at all!”* His mums angry voice echoed down the phone, loud enough to make Sophie flinch.
Sophie sighed, feeling the weight of her mother-in-laws demands pressing down on her. She remembered the moment just before her wedding when it felt like fate itself had decided to throw a spanner in the works. Ethans mum, a woman with strong opinions and zero flexibility, had come down with a common coldbut according to her, it might as well have been the bubonic plague.
The call came in the morning, just as the big day was about to kick off. At first, Sophie was just surprised, then straight-up annoyed. His mum actually wanted them to *postpone* the wedding!
*”What do you mean, ‘postpone’?! Weve sorted everythingthe venue, the guests… My parents are flying in from Manchester for this!”* Sophie couldnt believe it.
Ethan stayed quiet, listening, knowing full well he was about to have the toughest conversation of his life. His mum wasnt the kind of woman you argued withbut this time, he wasnt backing down.
*”Mum, its just a cold. I get it, youre worried, but we cant cancel the wedding over something this small.”*
His tone was firmfirmer than shed ever heard before. There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, like she couldnt believe her own son was standing up to her. Then came this choked sort of sob, as if she was holding back tears of pure frustration.
*”Fine. If neither of you care about my health then have it your way. But mark my wordsif anything goes wrong, its on *your* heads.”*
And then*click*. Silence hung in the room, broken only by Sophie nervously tapping her fingers on the table.
Ethans mums hand shook as she gripped the phone, scrolling through her contacts. Her heart pounded, but her mind was made upno way were they celebrating while she was *”at deaths door.”*
*”Hello, Linda? Its me. Listen, Im so sorry to do this last-minute, but the weddings off. Ive come down with something awfulwell have to push it back a few weeks. Oh, dont worry, Ethan understands. Hes just worried about me.”*
A pause. Then*”Oh, you poor love! Of course, you get better first!”*
Relief. Lying was hard, but needs must.
Next call. *”Hiya, Natasha! Yeah, you heard right. Weve had to delay the weddingIm proper poorly, doctors orders and all that.”*
Natasha gasped. *”Oh no! Bless you, get well soon, darling!”*
One call after another, the same story: *”So sorry, but weve got to postpone.”* And every single person reacted the samesympathy, concern, zero questions asked.
But in the back of her mind, a voice whispered: *This is wrong. Youre hurting him. Youre hurting yourself.*
When she hung up the last call, she sank onto the sofa, utterly drained. The phone buzzed in her hand, but she ignored it. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
That evening, when the ceremony was meant to start, barely half the guests showed upjust Sophies closest mates, a few of Ethans colleagues, and the odd relative who barely spoke to his mum. The rest? Gone. Cancelled. Because shed made sure of it.
Sophies head spun. Anger bubbled up, mixed with the sting of unfairness.
But you know what? The party still happened. The people who *were* there laughed, danced, toasted the coupleit ended up feeling cosy, intimate.
Meanwhile, miles away, Ethans mum sat alone in her house, crying, cursing fate for humiliating her. Anger turned to loneliness, swallowing her whole.
*”To them, my cold was nothingjust me being dramatic. Was it too much to ask for a bit of care?”*
When the truth came out, Ethans relatives felt betrayed. Some called her out; others stayed quiet, not wanting the drama.
And Ethan? Well, hed had enough. He and Sophie packed up and moved to Bristolfar away from his mum and the mess shed made.
