My celiac stepmother wants the entire wedding menu be gluten-free. I said no. She didn’t take it well.
Then at my bridal shower, she brought “gluten-free” cookies. Seemed ok – until people took a bite and started coughing. Turns out she lied.
They weren’t gluten-free. Not even close. Three people had reactions.
My cousin, who’s actually allergic to wheat, broke out in hives within minutes. My best friend ended up vomiting in the bathroom. My future sister-in-law had to use her inhaler.
It was bad. When I confronted my stepmother, she said it was just a “mix-up.” Claimed she had used a new brand of flour and “didn’t realize” it wasn’t certified gluten-free. But I had seen the bag in her car earlier that week – all-purpose, regular wheat flour.
She wasn’t even hiding it. My mom was furious. My fiancé, Liam, was ready to uninvite her from the wedding.
But I told them to hold off. Something about this felt off. Why would she go out of her way to bake “gluten-free” cookies, then knowingly use real flour?
Was it a power play? A cry for attention? I didn’t always have a strained relationship with her.
When my dad married her five years ago, I really tried. I was already in college, and she seemed sweet, if a bit intense. But over time, it became clear that everything had to revolve around her – her health, her opinions, her lifestyle.
She had a habit of twisting things to make herself the victim. If someone said no to her, she’d sulk. If anyone got more attention than her, she’d suddenly have a “flare-up” or some sort of emergency.
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