My future MIL had spent months trying to control our wedding, but I thought the worst of it was behind us. Then I came home one afternoon and found something that made it impossible to keep pretending her behavior was harmless.
My future mother-in-law, Mavis, had opinions about our wedding before Ryan had even officially proposed.
When he showed her the ring he was planning to buy, she said, “It’s lovely, but have you checked whether she’d prefer a larger stone?”
Ryan came home and told me that with the exhausted expression of a man who had just survived a three-hour meeting.
I laughed.
She hated the flowers because white roses were “too funeral.”
At the time.
Once we were actually engaged, Mavis treated our wedding like a project she had somehow been appointed to manage.
She hated the flowers because white roses were “too funeral.”
“Why can’t you just
