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

When Daniel asked me to marry him, I thought Margaret would finally see me in a new light. I was officially going to be family, after all.

It seemed natural that she would have to accept me.

But, oh boy, was I wrong!

Instead of welcoming me, Margaret shifted from distant to controlling.

She became utterly determined to “fix” everything she thought was wrong with me before I ruined her son’s perfect life.

Suddenly, my job wasn’t “good enough for a wife.”

My cooking was “too simple.”

My apartment décor was “immature.” (She called my style “a charming attempt at dorm room chic.”)

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