I had a plan for my mother-in-law’s attempt to upstage me at my wedding. What I hadn’t prepared for was my groom asking me to let her. With our guests waiting and his mother refusing to back down, I asked him one question he couldn’t put off answering.
I loved my wedding dress. For weeks, I pictured Gerald seeing it for the first time.
Then his mother walked into our venue wearing an identical one.
Not just a white dress, or a dress that looked a bit like my gown; identical!
It wasn’t the first time she’d tried to upstage me, but I decided right then that it would be the last time I put up with it.
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I’d spent years trying to get along with Gerald’s mother, Belinda.
If he praised my cooking, she reminded him whose recipes he grew up on.
If he bought me flowers, she said he used to bring her bigger bouquets.
I usually laughed it off. Then, later, in the car, I’d tell Gerald it hurt.
“I’ll say something next time,” he’d promise, squeezing my knee.
I wanted to believe him.
I loved Gerald, and I hated going into family dinners braced for a fight.
But Belinda just never quit.
At our engagement dinner, Belinda talked about how difficult it was to “lose her son.”
Then she said the venue was “too modest,” called the flowers “inappropriate,” and asked if we’d created the seating chart by names out of a hat.
When she tried to change our cake to chocolate, Gerald finally dug in.
“We already chose the cake, Mom,” he said. “We’re not reopening it.”
“But it’s OUR wedding cake, Mom.”
She asked to speak to him alone. He was quieter when he returned.
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