Claire simply aims to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom, but when she discovers that her daughter-in-law has her own vision for the wedding, she decides to step back and focus on her own outfit. However, tensions rise, leading to a confrontation between her and Alice on the big day. Alice accuses Claire of ruining the wedding by taking her dream dress, while Claire fails to see any wrongdoing in her actions. Who is at fault?
All I ever desired was to be the mother-of-the-groom. That was my sole wish. I simply wanted to be the adoring mother who cherished her son above all else. However, this is the tale of how my endeavor to ensure my son’s wedding was flawless transformed into a day we’d all prefer to erase from memory.
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When Mark introduced us to Alice, she was not the type of person I imagined him falling for. Mark, my son, is a lawyer at a prestigious firm—a position he attained immediately after graduating from Stanford.
“I’m going to be a lawyer, Mom,” he told me once when he was still in high school and doing an essay on the career he wanted to get into.
“I could easily see that,” I told him, making him breakfast as he worked away.
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“It’s to help fight injustices. For children, specifically,” he said, drinking his orange juice.
Mark harbored ambitious aspirations, and I was confident that my son would always aim for the stars.
In contrast, Alice was entirely unlike my son. Her demeanor exuded lightness and carefreeness, while Mark tended to be serious and contemplative. Alice, a self-taught coder, worked freelance from their comfortable apartment. Their worlds, politics, and interests were mismatched.
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But despite their differences, they made it work—and for the most part, they were a sweet couple. Yet, as the saying goes, love is blind.
When Mark proposed to Alice, he invited all of us to witness the moment and help surprise her.
“Please, Mom,” Mark said on the phone. “Alice isn’t close to her family, so to see you and Dad there will be good for her. She’ll know that she’s welcomed and supported.”
“Of course, honey,” I told him, already envisioning their wedding in my head.
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Despite my reservations, I decided to offer to pay for the wedding. James and I had set aside money for Mark’s education, but he had always received scholarships that covered all expenses.
“We can just use that money for the wedding, Claire,” my husband said over lunch the day after the proposal.
“It’s the best thing we could do for them,” I agreed. “This way they can save up to move out of that small apartment. I know Mark’s been talking about a house with a garden because he really wants a dog.”
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When we shared the news with Mark and Alice, I hoped that the gesture would strengthen our bond. Since I didn’t have any daughters, I saw this as an opportunity to forge a closer relationship.
I saw it as a chance to develop a deeper connection with Alice, which I believed would benefit Mark, knowing that his wife and mother had a strong rapport. However, instead of bringing us closer together, the wedding planning process only accentuated our differences.
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A few months into the wedding planning, I met Alice at a coffee shop to discuss the details. However, we found ourselves at odds on every aspect.
“I think roses are timeless,” I said, helping myself to a slice of cake.
“They are, but they’re also overdone in a sense,” Alice said, sipping her tea. “Mark and I want peonies.”
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Our meeting turned into a series of back-and-forth exchanges, and we found ourselves at an impasse where we simply couldn’t agree on anything.
“Okay, how about this?” I asked her. “You go ahead with everything else, and just tell me what color your bridesmaids are wearing, so that there won’t be any clashes.”
“They won’t be wearing green,” she said. “I’m leaning toward pink.”
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I settled the bill, and we went our separate ways, putting an end to the wedding planning discussions.
Then, one afternoon, I received a text from Alice.
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Hi Claire, just picking out my wedding dress with the girls! I’m so excited! I wish you were here!
Attached were photos of her top five wedding dress selections.
I understood that Alice and I had differing visions for the wedding, but I still desired to be involved in the significant decisions. I wished she had included me in the wedding dress shopping experience.
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“At least she’s sending you the top picks,” James said as he read the newspaper next to me.
“I know, but it’s not the same,” I said.
“Do they look good?” he asked. “Can I see them?”
Together, we scrolled through the photos of the potential dresses. While they were all decent options, none of them particularly stood out.
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None of them seemed to meet the standards I envisioned for my future daughter-in-law.
The dress that Alice favored and initially considered for her wedding attire wasn’t what I had anticipated.
I responded, expressing my opinion that it might not be the optimal choice. I also hoped that my financial investment in the wedding would carry some weight. James and I hadn’t imposed a budget on the kids; they had access to everything they needed.
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Why not consider the second one? It might be more flattering for you.
James chuckled beside me.
“You’re at the point of over-stepping,” he said.
Before I could respond, my phone chimed with a message from Alice.
Sorry, but I disagree. This is the dress I’m choosing.
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That evening, while James was serving our salmon dinner, I confided my frustrations to him.
“Alice is not even considering my opinion, and I’m paying for the dress!” I exclaimed.
James attempted to mediate the situation; he also texted Mark to ensure that he was aware of my feelings.
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“I think you should just leave the wedding planning to them now,” James said. “Put all your attention into yourself and what you’re going to wear.”
As it turned out, Mark managed to persuade Alice to wear the dress I favored.
I had to concede, it was the less stressful option, especially since I hadn’t had the chance to shop for my dress before then.
So, that’s what I did.
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I visited several boutiques and eventually found my ideal dress. It was emerald green, a color I knew complemented my eyes perfectly.
“That’s beautiful,” James said when I tried the dress on for him.
I felt transformed. No longer did I feel like the sidelined mother-of-the-groom. Instead, I felt radiant and confident in my own skin, my self-esteem soaring every time I thought about the dress.
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As the wedding week approached, James and I made a concerted effort to be fully present. We attended all the events that Mark and Alice required our presence at—including the rehearsal dinner, where we raised our glasses to salute them and toasted to the joyous occasion with champagne.
“All sorted, Mom?” Mark asked me. “Your dress and everything?”
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I smiled at my son, grateful for his consideration. Despite finding himself caught between Alice and me, he always made an effort to check in on me.
“Of course,” I said. “I’m ready to celebrate you and Alice.”
On the morning of the wedding, I slipped into my green dress and meticulously applied my makeup. It was exactly the look I had envisioned for my son’s wedding—elegant and sophisticated.
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Upon arriving at the venue, I noticed whispers circulating in the air. Choosing to ignore them, I assumed that everyone was simply taken aback by my departure from my usual attire of comfortable clothing.
I headed straight to the bride’s dressing room, eager to catch a glimpse of Alice and offer her my compliments before she made her way down the aisle.
Upon opening the door, Alice’s expression of joy instantly dissolved into one of utter devastation. She glanced me up and down before bursting into tears.
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“Why did you do this to me, Claire?” she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion.
Perplexed, I entered the room and shut the door behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Your dress!” she exclaimed.
“What about it?” I asked, second-guessing everything.
“It’s my dream wedding dress, just in another color,” she said, nearly shouting.
I was taken aback.
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“Alice, honestly,” I said. “I didn’t realize—they look so different in color.”
But Alice wasn’t receptive to my presence. She sat on the edge of the couch, burying her face in her hands.
“How could you?” she looked up and cried out. “You’ve made this day about you! Just because we didn’t take any of your suggestions!”
Mark, alerted by the commotion from his dressing room next door, hurriedly entered.
“Mom? What’s going on here?” he asked me.
He glanced between Alice and me, seeking clarification.
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In an attempt to soothe the tension, I proceeded to explain everything in a calm and measured manner.
“I didn’t see the resemblance, Mark,” I said. “I truly just loved the dress, and I thought—”
Alice rose from her seat and strode purposefully toward Mark.
“No!” she exclaimed. “You thought that you’d show me what I could’ve had, but in green. Isn’t that it?”
“Mom, please,” my son said. “Let’s just try to get through the day. Please, for me.”
Agreeing, I exited the dressing room. All I desired was to locate James and quietly wait until the day came to a close.
I understood that Alice and I were treading on thin ice, but I never anticipated her shouting at me in the manner she did.
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Naturally, I was upset, but I didn’t want to exacerbate their day any further.
Reflecting now, perhaps I should have been more receptive to Alice’s preferences. After all, it was her day, not solely mine to dictate. The question of whether I was in the wrong weighs heavily on my mind.
Yes, in my efforts to impose my vision, I may have overlooked what truly mattered—Alice’s happiness and Mark’s serenity on their special day.
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Was I wrong for what I did?
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