My MIL Demanded to Sit Between Me and Her Son at Our Wedding – She Didn’t Expect Me to Agree So Easily
At their wedding, Patricia, Julia’s future mother-in-law, insisted on a seat between her and Ethan, which appeared like just another outrageous tactic in a long line of domineering actions. However, no one anticipated Julia’s reaction.
I witnessed the triumphant expression on Patricia’s face when I gave in to her ridiculous demand on my wedding day. She believed that she had prevailed and that I had given in, as I always had.
However, things were different this time. This time, I had a strategy that would force her to reconsider what she had done.
I knew I wasn’t just going to marry Ethan when we were engaged.
In addition, I was marrying into his close-knit, almost oppressive bond with his mother, Patricia. She had a strong affection for Ethan, which is generally a wonderful thing, but in this instance, it seemed like I was vying for his attention.
Patricia seemed to believe that it was her wedding, not mine, as soon as we announced our engagement.
Her nose wrinkled as she exclaimed, “Oh, Julia, lilies are too plain for a wedding,” when we first saw the florist. “Roses have greater style. Don’t you, my dear, think that Ethan adores roses?
Ethan had been looking through his phone when he nodded absently.
I simply grinned and told myself to choose my battles wisely. It was more than simply the flowers, though.
She has opinions on everything, which is the problem. And you know what? She even dared to advise me on what to dress on my special day.
During a fitting, she questioned, “Are you sure you want to wear something so… fitted?” “It might be uncomfortable for the ceremony.”
In my heart, I was furious, but I shrugged it off.
Since I knew that arguing with Patricia would be like attempting to move a boulder uphill, I decided to overlook it. She was so ‘I-know-I-am-always-right’ that it was not worth the effort to explain anything to her.
In an attempt to close the distance, I asked her to join me for dinner one evening.
Making Ethan’s favorite lasagna from scratch, along with a Caesar salad and garlic bread, took me hours.
I tried to make her feel welcome by giving her a nice greeting when she arrived.
Ethan couldn’t help but compliment my cooking abilities after tasting the lasagna.
He exclaimed, “Wow, this is amazing, Jules!” “I love it!”
Patricia, however, was unable to listen to her son speak in my favor.
She answered, “Well, of course, it’s good,” with a sardonic tone in her voice. “Lasagna isn’t exactly rocket science, is it?”
I felt my cheeks flaming, but Ethan didn’t even notice what her mother had said.
I forced myself to remain composed as I said, “I’m glad you like it, Ethan,” quietly.
She cornered me in the kitchen later that night when I was clearing the plates.
“Julia,” she said, “I understand your good intentions, but a man like Ethan requires more than a decent lasagna and a nice face. Dear, marriage is a lot of work.
I felt like retaliating, telling her to quit sabotaging me in my own house. Instead, I nodded and replied, “Patricia, I appreciate your advise. I will remember that.
The occurrences continued to accumulate.
For example, the weekend we were supposed to see a venue, she “accidentally” scheduled a weekend spa trip with Ethan.
She seemed to be innocent and answered, “Oh, I didn’t realize you’d made plans,” “Ethan, you’ll still come with me, won’t you?”
And he did, of course.
I didn’t anticipate Patricia pulling a practical joke at the wedding, though, despite everything.
I realized then that I could no longer keep quiet.
It was a gorgeous wedding day.
There was the perfect amount of warmth, a light wind, and bright skies.
I should have been enjoying getting married to Ethan, but as soon as Patricia showed up, it became obvious that I couldn’t keep the limelight.
With a tiny train following her, she emerged from her vehicle wearing a white, floor-length lace gown adorned with sparkling rhinestones.
I briefly believed that she had unintentionally switched outfits with me. Then I understood it wasn’t a coincidence.
“Ethan, sweetheart! “Look at you!” Patricia smiled and hurried to him when I was only a few steps away. Without waiting for a response, she kissed his cheek and stroked his tie, asking, “Doesn’t he look like the most handsome man in the world, Julia?”
I gave a stiff smile. “Patricia, he does. You must be incredibly proud.
“Oh, I am,” she exclaimed. “He’s always been my rock, my number one.”
Patricia’s hallmark move was that. to ensure that everyone was aware of her precise position in Ethan’s life.
That’s when I told myself to take a breath. It was not her day; it was mine. Or it was meant to be, anyway.
I was prepared to put aside the little jabs and concentrate on having a good time at the reception.
Grinning at our guests, Ethan and I strolled hand in hand to the head table. However, as we arrived at our seats, I saw Patricia lingering close by.
She took a chair from a neighboring table, pulled it noisily across the floor, and jammed it directly between Ethan and me before I could comprehend what was happening.
“There!” she exclaimed, smugly grinning as she plopped down. “I can now sit by my son. On such a memorable day, I wouldn’t want to miss a second with him.”
A series of gasps echoed around the space.
I looked at Ethan, hoping that he would say anything to make everything right.
Rather, he simply shrugged.
“Patricia, this is the bride and groom’s table,” I replied. “We’re supposed to sit together.”
Patricia, however, wasn’t the type of person who would readily comprehend.
“Oh, Julia,” she let out a sigh. “Stop being so delicate. I am and always will be the most significant lady in his life. You ought to honor that.
Ethan eventually broke the silence at that point. I wanted him to say anything, but he didn’t.
He responded, “It’s fine, babe,” as though it were inconsequential. “It’s just a chair.”
Only a chair, I reasoned. Only a chair? Okay.
“You know what, Patricia?” I smiled sweetly as I spoke. “You’re entirely correct. Let’s do it the way you want.
She smiled as if she had won, and her face lit up with astonishment.
She had no idea that I had a scheme in mind that would cause her face to flush with shame.
Patricia reclined in her chair, relishing what she obviously believed to be her triumph.
Ethan busied himself in the meantime, welcoming people as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
For some minutes, I remained sat, pretending to follow the charade and forcing a grin. But I was fuming within.
I stood up and smoothed my outfit, saying, “Pardon me for a moment.” “I need to step away for a bit.”
As I made my way to the corridor, Patricia and Ethan were not particularly attentive.
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I took out my phone to make a crucial call once I was out of sight.
“Hi, this is Julia,” I said, maintaining my composure in spite of the raging fire inside of me. “I had to change the cake at the last minute. Yes, I am aware of the short notice, but it is crucial.
After a brief pause, the person on the other end requested more information. Knowing that this would be well worth the additional cost, I grinned to myself.
I went on, “I’ll send you a photo right now,” “Just make sure it arrives prior to the cake cutting and follow the directions. Is it possible for you to make it happen?
A tentative “yes” was given, and I promptly forwarded the photo and details.
“Perfect,” I replied. “Thank you so much.”
I adjusted my veil and let the smile tugging at the corners of my lips to subside into a neutral face as I took a moment to gather myself after hanging up.
Patricia was still holding court, reciting one of Ethan’s childhood tales for the umpteenth time, as I made my way back to the head table.
I sat down in silence, watching her intently and mentally calculating how long it would take for my plan to come to pass.
When the first dance rolled around, I was prepared for Patricia’s next move.
Patricia swooped in like a hawk as soon as the music began and Ethan reached out to me.
“Oh, Ethan, let’s show them how it’s done!” Before I could reply, she grabbed his hand and nearly pulled him to the dance floor.
They swayed to the music while I stood there and watched.
While the guests exchanged uncomfortable looks, Patricia smiled as she danced with her kid.
One of the guests murmured, “That’s… unusual,” I heard.
“Isn’t the first dance supposed to be with the bride?” Someone else muttered.
However, I simply grinned, maintaining a calm attitude. If anyone believed that I was angry, they were mistaken.
Everything was proceeding just how I had hoped.
Ethan eventually made his way back to the table after what seemed like an age.
He muttered, “Sorry about that,” and took a seat.
I told a falsehood, “It’s fine,”
I looked at Patricia, who seemed to be relishing the attention she had allegedly taken.
Then the time I had been anticipating arrived. The cutting of the cake.
As the audience applauded and cheered, my bridesmaids carried in the three-tiered masterpiece while the lights darkened and sparklers flickered.
Patricia smiled broadly as the cake got closer, then her eyes widened as it was fully visible.
There were two figurines—not of a bride and groom—perched atop the cake.
Rather, they displayed an arm-in-arm photo of a bridegroom and his mother. The likeness was striking. There was Patricia’s pearl necklace and Ethan’s tie.
“Surprise!” I applauded. “How’s the cake, Patricia?”
“Julia…” she managed to stutter, her voice shaking. “W-What is this supposed to mean?”
I carefully got to my feet while holding the microphone.
“Patricia, Ethan,” I said with a smile as I turned to face them. “I wanted to respect the relationship between you two. Everyone in this room can see that you are the true star of the show. Thus, kindly cut this lovely representation of your partnership. You are deserving.
Murmurs filled the room, with a few suppressed giggles slipping out here and there. I put the knife into Patricia’s trembling hands.
“Go on,” I urged in a kind manner. “Everyone’s watching.”
Patricia’s eyes begged Ethan to speak, but he was too astonished.
“Julia,” she tightened her teeth and growled. “This is inappropriate.”
“Inappropriate?” I mimicked my astonishment. “Don’t be so sensitive, Patricia. You are the most significant woman in his life, after all. You’ve been telling me that, right?
I could tell I had the guests’ support when they started laughing. Patricia’s pals, meanwhile, looked at each other awkwardly. The spectacle obviously made them uneasy.
For the final time, I leaned into the microphone. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than fight for scraps of attention on my own wedding day.”
After turning on my heel and giving my bridesmaids a signal, I left the reception.
I could hear the faint clinking of glasses, the shuffling of chairs, and the growing volume of whispers behind me. Patricia and Ethan were in the awkward spotlight as the crowd started to thin out.
My bridesmaids and I were laughing so hard that we were having trouble breathing by the time we got to the limousine.
We raised a glass of champagne in celebration of freedom. They knew why I hadn’t chosen to wed Ethan.
I later learned that Patricia made an effort to maintain her dignity, but even her closest friends had their limits.
“You brought this on yourself,” she was allegedly told by one.
What about Ethan? I was done, but he did come pleading for another opportunity. The following morning, I formally closed that chapter of my life by canceling the marriage certificate.
No second thoughts, no regrets. Just a tremendous sense of relief and the realization that Patricia had at last received the recognition she had always desired.
If you were in my position, how would you have responded?
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