My MIL Pushed My Mom into the Mud at My Wedding – but Seconds Later, It Was She Who Ended Up Covered in Dirt

It was yellow with little white flowers, and honestly, Mom looked even more beautiful in it than she had in the blue one. When she came back to the reception, walking in with her head held high, everyone stood up and applauded.

Tom spent the entire reception quietly helping wherever he was needed. He refilled the water glasses, helped the caterers carry the trays, and thanked every single guest for coming.

He didn’t sit at the family table.

Instead, he pulled up a chair with some of Ben’s college friends, people who didn’t know him well, and just listened to them talk and laugh.

When I hugged him at the end of the night, after Ben and I had cut the cake and done our first dance, Tom’s eyes were wet.

“I should’ve stood up to her years ago,” he said quietly. “You don’t deserve this on your wedding day. Neither does your mother.”

I squeezed his hand.

“You just gave me the best wedding gift anyone could have. You showed me what real courage looks like.”

He smiled. “Better late than never, I suppose.”

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