Marrying Ethan was all I ever wanted, but sadly, that also meant “marrying” his tight-knit family and his manipulative mother, Patricia. The triumph on the face of my MIL when I agreed to her crazy demand to sit between me and her son at our wedding soon turned into a defeat, and I was glad I finally stood for myself.
From the moment Ethan and I shared the news of our engagement, my MIL acted as though the upcoming wedding was hers, not mine. Her bond with Ethan was a strange one. I understood she was his mother, but she made it all about a battle between me and her about his attention.
Not only my MIL made decisions about the venue and the flowers, but she also had the audacity to tell me what to wear on my own wedding.
Her ‘I-know-I-am-always-right’ attitude made me anxious. However, I always tried not to think about it a lot. I did my best to enjoy the wedding preparations.
Patricia always did “little” things that were about to show me that she was the most important woman in Ethan’s life. Like the one time when she “accidentally” booked a spa weekend for her and her son when he and I were about to check out a wedding venue.
When the wedding day finally arrived, it felt like a dream come true.
Although everything seemed perfect, deep down, I knew my MIL would pull a stunt at my wedding. And I was right. Patricia arrived in a lace white gown with a bunch of rhinestones.
She went straight to her son, saying how he was the most handsome groom. I stood just a few feet away, but she acted as though I didn’t even exist.
I tried to stay calm and enjoy my day. But then, as Ethan and I walked to the head table holding hands, there she was, his “darling” mommy, walking right beside us.
Before I could even realize what was happening, she dragged a chair from the nearby table and placed it in front of Ethan and me.
With a smile on her face, she said, “Now I can sit next to my son. I wouldn’t want to miss a moment with him on such a special day.”
Ethan looked at me and realized I was mad, but he still stood by his mom’s side. He said it wasn’t a big deal, it was just a chair. “Just a chair?” I said, but he pretended he didn’t hear me.
When the time came for the first dance, he extended his hand to me, but his mom was quick to grab him, saying. “Come on, baby, let’s show them how it’s done,” she said with a laughter. The two took the dance floor while I stood there and watched. The guests were making comments about the awkward situation. “I thought the first dance belongs to the groom and the bride, not the groom and his mom,” I could hear one of them say.
I had it enough, so I went to the bathroom and called the pastry that was supposed to deliver my wedding cake. “Please, I know it’s a short notice, but can you make a slight adjustment to the woman’s figurine?” I begged. They hesitated, but since they had a couple of hours more before delivering the cake, they agreed.
I sent them a photo of my MIL, and asked them to adjust it so that it resembles her instead of me.
When I returned, Ethan didn’t say a word. It was as though he was perfectly fine with his mother’s outrageous behavior.
When the time for the cake cutting finally arrived, and the cake was delivered, all eyes were on the figurines. The female one had red hair, just like Patricia, and the gown had plenty of rhinestones.
“What is this supposed to mean?” she asked me. But before I could answer, I though everyone should hear what I had to say.
Without giving it a second thought, I leaned to the microphone. “This cake is to honor the mother-son bond between Ethan and Patricia. After all, she’s the most important woman in his life, as she loves to brag on and on again,” I said.
The entire place erupted in murmurs. Patricia started shaking as a handed her the knife and told her to cut the cake. “Go, on,” I said, “Enjoy your day.”
Ethan started shouting at me, telling me what I did was inappropriate. He was still protecting his mom over me.
The guests watched in awe and exchanged awkward glances.
I leaned into the mic one last time and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than to fight for attention on my wedding day,” and left the place. My bridesmaids and some of my family followed after me, leaving Ethan and my MIL to “celebrate” the wedding that never happened.
Everyone who witnessed Patricia’s behavior and her son’s obvious approval of it understood why I decided not to proceed with the wedding.
Finally, I felt the freedom I though was long lost.
Ethan did beg me for another chance, but that chapter of my life was closed when I canceled my marriage licence.
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