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

She questioned every choice I made: the dress, the venue, the photographer, and the bridesmaids’ colors.

We even debated the shape of the napkins for 20 minutes. The napkins! She acted like she was planning a state dinner, not our wedding.

When Daniel defended me — and he always defended me — she’d pull out her signature move: the dramatic sigh, followed by the wounded matriarch routine.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Daniel.” She’d purse her lips, looking hurt.

“I’m only trying to keep our family’s standards. This is for you, sweetheart, not for me.”

She made him feel guilty for setting a boundary, and she made me feel guilty for existing.

But the emotional tax wasn’t just levied by Margaret alone. Oh no, she had backup: her two sisters, Jane and Alice, and their three daughters.

They were her echo chamber. Whenever Margaret disliked something, all five of them instantly disliked it, too.

What made it worse was the two-faced performance.

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