When I say my mother-in-law has a talent for ruining milestones, I’m not being dramatic. It’s a family legend that has haunted every significant moment of our relationship.
Let me paint you a picture of her greatest hits of destruction.
Our wedding day stands out as a prime example. While most mothers-in-law might worry about matching the dress code, she showed up in a cream dress so close to white that my wedding planner nearly had a heart attack.
“It’s not white,” she claimed with that innocent look she’d perfected over decades. “It’s just… cream.”
The photographs tell a different story.
Her dress is so white in the photos we took in the sunny church courtyard that it’s almost blinding to look at. I’ll never forget the sick feeling in my belly when I looked through those photos for the first time and realized she’d ruined every single one she was in.
Then came the pregnancy announcement.
We had carefully planned a special moment to share our news.
Daniel and I had picked out beautiful cards and chosen a quaint restaurant for an intimate family dinner.
But Patricia beat us to the punch. On the day of the dinner, I got a Facebook notification. She’d posted OUR pregnancy announcement and tagged the whole family in it.
I was devastated. Not only had she flushed all our careful planning down the toilet, but she’d also robbed us of the moment in which we all would’ve celebrated the news together.
When I say my mother-in-law has a talent for ruining milestones, I’m not being dramatic. It’s a family legend that has haunted every significant moment of our relationship.
Let me paint you a picture of her greatest hits of destruction.
Our wedding day stands out as a prime example. While most mothers-in-law might worry about matching the dress code, she showed up in a cream dress so close to white that my wedding planner nearly had a heart attack.
“It’s not white,” she claimed with that innocent look she’d perfected over decades. “It’s just… cream.”
The photographs tell a different story.
Her dress is so white in the photos we took in the sunny church courtyard that it’s almost blinding to look at. I’ll never forget the sick feeling in my belly when I looked through those photos for the first time and realized she’d ruined every single one she was in.
Then came the pregnancy announcement.
We had carefully planned a special moment to share our news.
Daniel and I had picked out beautiful cards and chosen a quaint restaurant for an intimate family dinner.
But Patricia beat us to the punch. On the day of the dinner, I got a Facebook notification. She’d posted OUR pregnancy announcement and tagged the whole family in it.
I was devastated. Not only had she flushed all our careful planning down the toilet, but she’d also robbed us of the moment in which we all would’ve celebrated the news together.
