My Mom Sewed Me a Wedding Dress Just 3 Days Before Her Death – I Couldn’t Forgive What Happened to It Minutes Before the Ceremony

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We were together five years before he finally proposed, and I said yes with tears in my eyes.

Dad cried when I told him. Cheryl looked up from her phone and said, flatly, “That’s… fast, isn’t it?”

I blinked. “It’s been five years.”

She gave a tight-lipped smile. “Of course. I just meant… things change quickly.”

I knew better than to argue. Cheryl’s jabs, the kind that made you question yourself without realizing why, were quiet and surgical. The kind that stayed with you long after the conversation ended.

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Planning the wedding took over my life for months. There were cakes to sample, music to pick, flowers to choose. But I never once considered wearing anything but the dress my mother had made for me.

It fit perfectly and was timeless, like it was made for that moment. Every time I touched the fabric, I felt closer to her.

The week of the wedding, Cheryl suddenly decided to become “helpful.”

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She started showing up early, offering input no one asked for, inserting herself into every vendor meeting. It felt off, but I tried to keep the peace.

“She’s trying to wedge herself in,” Maddy said one night as we packed guest bags. Maddy had been my best friend since kindergarten and had no filter.

“She’s just… being Cheryl,” I muttered, exhausted.

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