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#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Ripped My Dress & Tried to Take Over My Wedding – So I Left Him | Reddit Unheard Stories I wish I had taken that saying seriously. What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life turned into a nightmare thanks to my meddling, boundary-breaking mother-in-law. From ripping my dream dress to sabotaging our wedding flowers, wearing an eggshell dress to compete with me, and even convincing my fiancé I was "too emotional" — I finally hit my breaking point. This is the story of how I stood up for myself, walked away from a toxic relationship, and realized that no marriage is worth sacrificing your dignity. Grab some popcorn — this wedding storytime has more drama than a telenovela. 🥀👰♀️💔 ➡️ Comment your thoughts: Was I right to walk away? ➡️ Subscribe for more true storytimes and relationship drama! #WeddingDrama #MILfromHell #Storytime
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You know that old saying, when you marry
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someone, you marry their whole family?
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Yeah. Well, I learned that lesson the
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hard way. My mother-in-law, bless her
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meddling heart, didn't just try to
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squeeze into my wedding dress. She
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utterly annihilated it. And then, like a
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true villain in a bad romcom, she
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refused to pay for the damages or even
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offer a single sincere apology.
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This isn't just a story about a ruined
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dress. It's a tale of boundaries
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shattered, a groom torn, and a bride who
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finally realized her worth. Get ready
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for a wedding saga that makes
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bridezillaas look like a tea party. The
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day I picked out my wedding dress was
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supposed to be magical. It was magical
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for a fleeting moment. The lace, the
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flowing train, the perfect fit. It was
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everything I had dreamed of. My
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mother-in-law, Brenda, was there, of
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course.
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And as I twirled in front of the mirror,
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basking in the glow of the one, she
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piped up. I wonder if that still fits
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me. I laughed, a genuinely amused
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chuckle. Maybe, I responded. But you're
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not trying it on. It was a joke, a
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light-hearted jab at her well-known
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tendency to make everything about
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herself. Her smile vanished. Well, why
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not? Just to see how it fits me. What's
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the problem? Her tone was laced with an
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immediate defensive edge. I tried to
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explain patiently at first that it was
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my dress for my wedding and it was being
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tailored specifically for me, but she
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wouldn't listen. Her eyes welled up and
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she started crying. Big dramatic
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crocodile tears wailing about how she
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never got to have a proper wedding. "And
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why didn't you, Brenda?" I retorted, my
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patience wearing thin. Oh yeah, you
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cheated on your fianceé. I admit it. I
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crossed a line. It was petty. It was a
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low blow and it was a direct hit. But
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what she did afterwards was much, much
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worse. A few days later, she came over
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to talk it out, a peace offering that
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felt more like a veiled threat. The air
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was thick with unspoken tension. After
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an hour of awkward small talk, she
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excused herself to the bathroom, and
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then she didn't return for a long, long
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time. A creeping sense of dread began to
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settle in my stomach. When I went to
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check on her, a faint muffled grunting
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sound led me to my bedroom. I pushed the
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door open, and my world stopped.
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There she was, Brenda, my future
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mother-in-law, squeezing herself into my
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wedding dress. She was straining,
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grunting, her face red with effort. And
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as she was doing so, in a slow motion
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horror show, the delicate seams around
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the bodice began to tear. Then, with a
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sickening rip, the side zipper alongside
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the sheer backing of the dress fully
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burst open. As soon as it happened, I
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felt faint. Thousands of dollars. I had
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spent thousands of dollars on that
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dress, and more to get it meticulously
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tailored to my exact measurements. It
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was an irreplaceable work of art, a
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symbol of my dreams.
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What have you done? I shrieked, my voice
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barely a whisper, then rising to a roar.
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She looked at me, her face still flushed
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from the exertion, and offered the most
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infuriatingly casual reply. "Don't
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worry, honey. We can fix it." "Fix it!"
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I yelled, my voice cracking with
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disbelief. "Why would you even try to
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fit into my dress after the conversation
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we had? After I explicitly told you no?"
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She shrugged as if it were the most
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natural thing in the world. The same
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thing I told you previously. I wanted to
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see if it still fits me. I wanted to
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feel like a bride.
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This is less than 2 months before the
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wedding. I screamed, tears finally
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blurring my vision. You ruined my dress.
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She acted like it wasn't a big deal,
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completely unbothered, and told me I was
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overreacting.
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I tried to explain that I wasn't sure I
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could get it fixed in time for the
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wedding or if I could even get it fixed
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at all. The original tailor I went to
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had a wait list for months and I was
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lucky to get the appointment time I did
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before the wedding. She again didn't
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seem bothered. She didn't even
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apologize.
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Not one word. My husband Brian overheard
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us arguing and ran into the room, his
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face etched with concern. He looked at
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the mangled dress on the floor, then at
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his mother, then back at me. "What
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happened?" he asked, horrified.
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"Your mom ripped my dress," I choked
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out, pointing to the tattered fabric. He
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looked at Brenda, his expression a
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mixture of shock and anger. "Mom, you'll
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have to pay for a new one as soon as
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possible. The wedding is only a few
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weeks away, but I had my heart set on
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that dress. It was the perfect one for
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me. The one that made me feel like a
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true bride. Before I could express that
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to Brian, Brenda was refusing. "It
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wasn't my fault that she got an
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unreliable wedding dress," she declared,
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her voice rising in indignation. "She
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then tried to paint the picture as if
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she were doing me a favor." "You should
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be thanking me. If a wardrobe
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malfunction happened at the wedding,
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then you wouldn't have had any time to
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get a new dress." I snapped. There would
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have been no malfunction, Brenda,
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because you are four sizes bigger than
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me. Brian chimed in, trying to mediate.
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That wouldn't have been an issue, Mom,
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because we got the dress tailored to fit
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her. But she wasn't listening, her eyes
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fixed on me, a defiant glint in them. "I
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demand that you pay for my new dress
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since you ruined this one," I insisted,
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my voice trembling with fury. But she
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continued refusing, her arms crossed, a
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stubborn set to her jaw. I realized I
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wasn't getting anywhere in this
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conversation.
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I stormed out of the room, my heart
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pounding, leaving Brian to deal with his
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mother. I should have known that she
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would have been a pain while we planned
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the wedding because she was always
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overstepping boundaries.
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One time when Brian and I first started
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dating, she actually told me that she
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would always be the number one woman in
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his life.
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I didn't think too much of it then,
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chalking it up to a possessive mother's
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quirk.
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But then she made it known that Brian
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was her boy whenever we were together.
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She would often text and ask when he was
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coming home or even call in the middle
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of our dates to gossip about some of her
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girlfriends.
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After I told him how I felt, Brian, to
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his credit, put an end to that. And she
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was bearable for the next few years.
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Sometimes she would overstep my
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boundaries, but not enough for me to
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consider leaving Brian.
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Ripping my dress, however, was the worst
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one yet. The next day, with a heavy
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heart, I went to the same bridal shop
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where I found my last dress.
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I crossed my fingers, hoping that I
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would find one that didn't need to be
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tailored since we were so low on time.
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When I got there, I was met by the same
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happy woman who helped me last time.
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She asked why I was back and I was too
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embarrassed to tell her the real reason
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why I needed a dress. "The other one got
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chewed up by my dog," I mumbled,
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offering a weak, unconvincing smile.
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We looked for hours, a grueling,
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disheartening search for the second
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dress. When I finally found one that I
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loved, a beautiful, simpler gown that
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still felt like me, I facetimed Brian to
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show him.
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His mom was with him in the car, of
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course. He looked in love with the dress
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and said I looked stunning.
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I could see his mom looking over at the
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phone and sighing in disapproval, but I
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ignored it. "How much is it?" he asked.
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"Only $1500," I told him, a hint of
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triumph in my voice. "And we don't need
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a tailor for it." He sounded more than
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satisfied with the price. And that's
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when his mom joined in, her voice loud
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and clear. I hope it's more durable than
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the other dress because that one was
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terrible. She said that on speakerphone
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while I was standing right in front of
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the stylist. My face turned crimson. I
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quickly told them that I would speak
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with them later and hung up the phone. I
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apologized profusely for Brenda's
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behavior and the stylist, bless her
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heart, laughed and said she'd heard
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worse. The next few days were the
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roughest points in our relationship.
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Brian and I got into petty arguments
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about the dress, and his actions really
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caught me off guard because out of
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nowhere, he seemingly started to side
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with his mom. He said he would pay for
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the new dress and told me not to worry
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about it.
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Brian, I pleaded. Unless you make
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boundaries, your mom will continue
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thinking that she can run our
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relationship.
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He sighed, his voice weary. I feel torn
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between you both. I love you both and I
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just wish we could be on the same page.
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Two weeks before the wedding, we were at
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dinner trying to have a nice evening
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when his mom brought up the wedding
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dress again. Where is it? She asked a
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sly smirk on her face. I wouldn't tell
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you, I retorted. So you can ruin that
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one, too. Brian astonishingly said that
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I was being petty and to let it go. My
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blood ran cold. This was the truth. This
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was my wedding and his mother was
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actively trying to sabotage it. Then out
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of the blue, Brenda said, "You're trying
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to steal the last thing in my life that
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made me happy, and you should be
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grateful to have me in your life." At
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that moment, I heard the doorbell ring.
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It was my friend Emily. Brian, sensing
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the tension, said he invited her to have
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dinner with us because I seemed tense
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these past few weeks. For that night, I
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finally felt a sense of relief.
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We didn't mention the dress. I enjoyed
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my friend's company and the food was
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amazing. It was a brief reprieve.
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The next day though, I got a call from
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Brian's aunt saying that I should stop
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bringing up the dress and that I was
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overreacting to the whole situation.
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Even though it was your wedding, she
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lectured you were wrong for demanding
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money from her since you knew she was
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living paycheck to paycheck.
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More of the family called me leading up
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to the wedding. some siding with me,
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others siding with Brian's mom. When I
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brought this up to Brian, he would tell
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me, "Well, maybe my mom didn't mean to
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ruin the dress, and it's just a dress.
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And plus, we already got another one."
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Every time we were all together, he
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tried to deescalate the arguments, but
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it seemed like each time his mom and I
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argued, she seemed satisfied, like he
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was taking her side.
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The more we talked, the more it felt
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like he was agreeing with her.
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We spoke about the dress one afternoon
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and he told me that the dress shouldn't
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ruin my big day and maybe I was
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overreacting.
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I tried to explain that it was the
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principle of the matter, that her
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actions showed a complete disregard for
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me and our relationship and that she
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would only make our day worse,
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but he couldn't see it. The closer we
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got to the wedding, the less he was
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spending time with me.
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I noticed his mom would always call him
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or stay with him while we tried to be
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together.
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It started to feel like the first time
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we dated again with her constant
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interference. While Brian and I were
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picking out the flowers for my bouquet,
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his mom insisted that she'd be there. I
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told him that I didn't want her there,
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but he said that I should let her since
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she had no one else in her life to hang
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out with. I reluctantly agreed.
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The second I found a bouquet I liked, a
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beautiful arrangement of champagne and
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pink roses, my favorite colors, I could
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feel her eyes staring me down. I asked
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Brian how he felt about them, and he
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said they looked great. Then his mom
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interjected, "Those colors aren't right
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for the wedding. You should go with red
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roses instead since they symbolize
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passion and romance."
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Instantly, Brian told me that she had a
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point and that I should consider her
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opinion. I ended up getting the red
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roses, but I wasn't happy about it. As
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we were driving home, he suggested that
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I let his mom have more input on the
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wedding since she had a good call on the
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flowers. I asked him what he meant by
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that, and he said that she would
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probably be good at helping plan the
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rest of the wedding since she had
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experience.
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He went on to say that she just really
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wanted to help and be a part of the day.
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
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The person who almost ruined my wedding
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day, who actively tried to sabotage it,
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now claimed she wanted to help plan it.
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"If you want her to be a part of the
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wedding so badly," I said, my voice
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dangerously calm. "You should marry her
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instead of me. He was shocked to hear
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this and said he didn't mean it in a bad
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way." "But that's how he always was." I
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would say I didn't like how he always
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took her side or tried to include her so
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much in our relationship and then he'd
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paint me as the hostile one. I didn't
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want to argue, so I sat in silence for
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the rest of the car ride. The words
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marry her instead of me echoing in my
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mind.
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The final week before the wedding was a
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blur of tension and dread.
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Brian's mom walked into the living room
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one afternoon and asked where we were
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catering from. I told her it was a local
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restaurant that I loved eating at
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growing up. She scoffed. "You should
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cater from a fancier restaurant so the
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experience would be more upscale. "It's
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my celebration," I said, trying to keep
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my voice even. But she ignored me and
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proceeded to ask where exactly the venue
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was. I showed her the location on my
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phone, and she immediately launched into
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another tirade. Why did you choose that
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place? There's a lot of crime in that
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neighborhood.
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She called the whole wedding ghetto and
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said that I should have asked her for
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more help in planning it. I tried to
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keep my cool, but my blood was boiling.
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As I was about to walk out of the room,
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she saw the guest list on my computer
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screen and told me that I needed to cut
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it in half because she had more people
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on their side of the family that wanted
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to come. I had had enough. "Leave it
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alone, Brenda," I snapped, my voice
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shaking with fury. If you have so many
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grievances about my wedding, then you
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shouldn't feel obligated to come. She
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rolled her eyes and called for Brian.
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Brian walked into the room wondering
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what was going on yet again. As I
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explained that his mother was trying to
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ruin our wedding once again, he said,
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"Mom, she's just trying the best way she
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knew how." I could tell in his voice
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that he was sincere, that he was
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genuinely trying to keep the peace
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between us. But his mom took it as him
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siding with her again. "Yeah, so" she
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said, her voice dripping with
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condescension.
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"Before you try to run your mouth to my
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boy, you should know that I'm only here
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to help you better appreciate it. Most
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parents aren't as involved with their
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kids' lives, and that's how you make
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screw-ups."
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I was heated.
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I walked upstairs, my vision blurred by
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tears. I sat alone in the bedroom and
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cried to myself. I had no one to help
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me. I felt like my feelings weren't
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being validated.
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Brian didn't even come to my bedroom to
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see if I was okay. I cried myself to
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sleep that night. The day of the wedding
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was here, and I wasn't nearly as excited
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as I was just weeks before.
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It felt like I was going through the
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motions of someone else's dreams. I
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didn't get the dress that I wanted. The
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flowers I had were in a shade I
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despised, and I wasn't even sure if my
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groom wanted to be with me. As I was
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getting my makeup done, surrounded by my
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bridesmaids, Brenda, my soon-to-be
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mother-in-law, walked into the room. She
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was wearing an eggshell colored dress.
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My jaw dropped. "What are you wearing?"
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I asked, my voice barely a whisper. It's
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the family tradition, she said, a smug
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smile on her face. To wear an eggshell
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colored dress to your son's wedding. You
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can't wear that, I exclaimed, my voice
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rising. It's my day.
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If you have an issue with it, she
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retorted. Take it up with Brian because
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he was the one that took her to buy the
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dress.
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I stormed into the room where Brian was
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getting ready. Tell your mom to take off
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that dress or she won't be attending the
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wedding. He hesitated.
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And then Brenda walked into the room
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right after me. "Well, what are you
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waiting for? Tell her," she demanded,
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looking at Brian. He looked at me, then
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at his mom. "You're overreacting a bit,"
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he said, his voice placating. "Because
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technically the color was eggshell and
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not white like your dress was." "I
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couldn't believe what I was hearing." I
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ran back to my room, tears streaming
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down my face, smearing the makeup that
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was almost complete. I began rethinking
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everything. I knew I couldn't continue
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to live my life like this. I had to tell
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Brian how I felt, truly felt. As I was
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heading back to his room, I overheard
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him and his mom talking. She's a
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crybaby, Brenda was saying. Do you want
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to marry someone like that? I love her,
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Mom, Brian replied, his voice soft. When
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I was her age, I never cried, Brenda
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rebutted, her voice sharp. You need a
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real woman. She then went on to say,
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"Real women don't get upset over measly
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dresses or have cheap weddings like the
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one we're having." My heart sank as I
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heard Brian's response. "Maybe you're
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right. The dress fiasco was a big deal
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for her, but we got the one she needed,
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so she shouldn't have dragged it out so
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long. And as for the wedding, I just
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wanted to make everyone happy." A lump
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formed in my throat, thick and painful.
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I opened the door to the room. They
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looked at each other like they'd seen a
18:09
ghost. "I looked Brian directly in the
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eyes."
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"I will not be marrying you," I said, my
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voice surprisingly steady despite the
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shattering of my heart. "Because of you
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enabling your mom to overstep all the
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boundaries we set." "And then I left." I
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felt my heart shatter as I said the
18:28
words. But a strange sense of liberation
18:30
washed over me. As I ran out, I heard
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his mom say, "I knew it was only a
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matter of time."
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He chased behind me, trying to convince
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me to stay.
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He said that he promised to be a better
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partner and that he would compromise.
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But all I could think about was this
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exact conversation we had when we first
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started dating. And I knew that I was
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making the right decision in stepping
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out of the cycle.
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I knew that I couldn't live my life with
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a person who couldn't fully support me
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and put me first. Against my better
19:04
judgment, I let him almost convince me
19:07
to stay after I heard his desperate
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plea.
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Then he said it.
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You should also try to make things right
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with his mom. How do you want me to do
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that? I asked, my voice flat. You should
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apologize to her for causing so much
19:22
drama. That was the icing on the cake.
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The final definitive moment.
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I turned, walked away, and told him to
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lose my number. I knew that I deserved a
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better partner, someone who could treat
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me the way I wanted to be treated with
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respect and unwavering support.
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As the months went by, Brian called and
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texted me non-stop from different
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numbers, trying to get back together. I
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ignored them all, focusing instead on
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bettering myself for the right person.
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Life slowly but surely began to look up
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again.