My MIL Told the Women in Her Family to Wear White to My Wedding — She Expected Me to Break, but My Speech Stunned Everyone

Over three very long, very educational years, I had gotten used to Margaret and her particular brand of polished, distant politeness that made you feel like you were constantly being evaluated.

“Pretty dress, Emily,” she’d say, “for your style.”

Or, when I talked about my job: “You’re very sweet, Emily. Not everyone needs ambition, after all.”

She was constantly hinting that I wasn’t good enough, but I was a convenient accessory for her successful son.

God knows I tried to get her approval. Family dinners, holidays — I always came with a smile and a dessert, hoping that maybe this time she’d treat me like more than Daniel’s temporary girlfriend.

She never did.

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