At my wedding, my MIL Linda wore a full-length white lace gown and clung to my groom. Years later, at my BIL’s wedding, she did it again—same dress, this time with a red sash.
During couple photos, she refused to step aside until the photographer smiled and asked:
“Oh wait… you’re the bride, right?”
Everyone laughed. Linda turned red, snapped about being “the mother of the groom,” then stormed out.
For the first time, the wedding was peaceful. The bride later told me:
“Honestly, it turned out better than I imagined.”
Maybe Linda finally learned: weddings are about love — not stealing the spotlight.
