My mother-in-law came to our wedding wearing white, and at the registry office she stood right next to us: I had to take action to save my wedding. 😢😬
I always knew my mother-in-law was a complicated woman. But even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined she would show up to my wedding in white.
That dress was practically a wedding dress: long, lace, highlighting her figure. She appeared at the registry office entrance like it was her moment on the runway. While the guests were whispering, she just smiled and said:
“So what? We’re all celebrating.”
The first red flag was when she insisted on riding in the same car with us.
“Am I a stranger to you now?” — and she sat down next to the groom. I had to squeeze into the back seat. Great start, right?
At the registry office, she stood right next to us, like a third partner in our couple. In all the photos — her hand on my husband’s shoulder, her face closer to the camera than mine. At one point, she even adjusted my veil and whispered:
“Everything’s crooked on you… Let me fix it nicely.”
At the reception she acted like the hostess. She adjusted the music, told the waiters the “salad was bland,” and above all — kept whispering to my husband, as if to remind him whose mother she was.
And then — the crown of her shamelessness — she stood up and gave a toast:
“I wish you happiness. Although, honestly, I thought my son would make another choice… But if it has to be this way, then so be it.”
Silence fell over the hall. I smiled as best I could. But inside, I was boiling.
So I decided: enough. Time to end this circus. I had to… (continued in the first comment 👇👇)
I approached my mother-in-law with a glass of red wine — supposedly to “make peace,” clink glasses, take a photo. She leaned forward slightly, and in that moment I “accidentally” brushed her with my hand.
Splashes of red wine — straight onto her white dress.
“Oh!” — she gasped, wiping the fabric. “How clumsy…”
I immediately suggested:
“There’s a mirror and napkins in the bathroom. Go check, maybe it will come out.”
She went in. I followed — and after making sure she was inside the stall, I quietly locked the door from outside.
Returning to the guests, I calmly said:
“Mom went home, she wasn’t feeling well. She asked not to be disturbed.”
Suddenly the evening became so much lighter. The guests laughed again, the music played, and I finally felt like a bride and not a guest at someone else’s family drama.
I don’t regret it for a second, and I feel an interesting and fun life awaits us.
