I PAID FOR MY SON’S WEDDING AND ATTENDED I IT IN THIS GREEN DRESS, BUT THE BRIDE CRITICIZED ME FOR RUINING HER DAY. WAS I REALLY WRONG HERE?

On the morning of my son's wedding, I eagerly put on my stunning mother-of-the-groom outfit, feeling like royalty in an emerald green gown. Unaware of what awaited me, I stepped into the wedding venue, sensing the whispers and glances from the guests.

Brushing off the unease, I made my way towards the bride's room, intrigued to find out what was going on. Upon seeing me, the bride burst into tears.

"Why did you do this to me? " I was shocked by her public outburst and sudden accusations.

"What do you mean, honey? " I asked.

She went on, "Your dress"⬇️

When Claire realizes that her daughter-in-law has her own plans for the wedding, she steps back to focus on her own outfit, only for Alice and Claire to fight on the big day. Claire just wants to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom.

While Claire denies any wrongdoing, Alice asserts that Claire stole her dream dress and caused the wedding to be destroyed. Who is wrong?

Being the bride’s mother was all I ever wanted. That’s all.

This is the story of how my attempt to make my son’s wedding perfect turned into a day we’d all rather forget. All I wanted to be was the loving mother who loved her son more than anything else.

I had no idea Mark would fall for Alice when he first introduced her to us. Mark, my son, is a lawyer at a prestigious firm.

He got the job right after graduating from Stanford. When he was still in high school and writing an essay about the career he wanted to pursue, he once told me, “I’m going to be a lawyer, Mom.

” I told him, making him breakfast while he worked, “I could easily see that. ” To aid in the fight against injustice.

Specifically for children,” he stated while sipping his orange juice. Mark had lofty goals, and I was aware that my son would always aim high.

In contrast, Alice was completely distinct from my son. Mark was serious and melancholy, whereas her entire personality was light and carefree.

Alice worked for herself as a freelance coder from their cozy apartment. They didn’t share the same interests, politics, or worldview.

But they worked it out, and for the most part, they were a nice couple. But, as the saying goes, love is blind.

We were all invited to the scene to assist Alice in being surprised when Mark proposed to her. Mark requested it over the phone, “Mom.

Since Alice doesn’t live near her family, it will be beneficial for her to see you and Dad there. She will be aware that she is supported and welcomed.

Naturally, honey,” I told him, already picturing their wedding. I offered to pay for the wedding despite my reservations.

James and I had saved money for Mark’s education, but he had always received bursaries that covered everything. My husband said, “Claire, we can just use that money for the wedding,” during lunch the day after the proposal.

I concurred, “It’s the best thing we could do for them. ” They will be able to save up enough money to leave that tiny apartment.

Since he really wants a dog, I know Mark has been talking about a house with a garden. I hoped the gesture would bring us closer when we told Mark and Alice.

Since I did not have any daughters, I believed that this would be my opportunity. Mark would benefit from knowing that his mother and wife got along well if I could get to know Alice better.

Instead, planning our wedding only brought our differences to light. I met Alice at a coffee shop after a few months of wedding planning to discuss the specifics.

However, we disagreed on everything. I said as I ate a piece of cake, “I think roses are timeless.

” While sipping her tea, Alice stated, “They are, but they are also overdone in a sense. ” I and Mark want peonies.

We were stuck in a place where we simply could not agree on anything after our meeting went back and forth several times. Now, how about this?

I questioned her. You proceed with everything else, but tell me the color of your bridesmaids’ dresses so there are no clashes.

She stated, “They won’t be wearing green. ” Pink is my color of choice.

We parted ways with the wedding planning after I paid the bill. However, Alice then sent me a text one afternoon.

Hello, Claire! I’m just choosing my wedding dress with the ladies!

I’m so happy! I miss having you here!

Photos of her five favorite wedding dresses were enclosed. I wanted to be a part of the big things, even though I knew Alice and I had different ideas about how the wedding should look.

I wished she had included me in the search for the wedding dress. James said as he was reading the newspaper next to me, “At least she is sending you the best picks.

” I said, “I know, but it’s not the same. ” Are they appealing?

” He inquired. Are they there?

” We went through the pictures of the possible dresses together. Although they were good options, nothing stood out.

Nothing that would meet my future daughter-in-law’s standards. I wasn’t expecting the dress that Alice preferred and was the first candidate for the actual wedding dress to be.

Telling Alice that it wasn’t quite the best option, I typed back. Additionally, I hoped that the impact of my financial stake in the wedding would be felt.

I and James had not provided the kids with a budget. They were equipped with everything.

Why not take a look at the second one? You might find it more flattering.

James chuckled in front of me. He said, “You’re at the point where you’re overstepping.

” Alice’s message arrived on my phone before I could say anything. I disagree, with regret.

I’m going to pick a dress like this. While James was plating our salmon that evening over dinner, I expressed my frustration to him.

I’m paying for the dress because Alice isn’t even paying attention to my point of view! I shouted.

James attempted to negotiate; He also texted Mark to make sure he was aware of how I was feeling. James stated, “I think you should just leave the planning of the wedding to them at this point.

” Give yourself and your outfit all the attention you deserve. However, it also transpired that Mark was successful in getting Alice to wear the dress that I preferred.

Even though I hadn’t been able to shop for my dress before, I had to admit that it was the less stressful option. That’s what I did, then.

I ended up finding the perfect dress after visiting several different boutiques. I was aware that it brought out my eyes because it was emerald green.

James commented, “That’s beautiful,” as I tried the dress on for him. I had a different feeling.

I no longer felt like the bridesmaid who had been overlooked. Instead, every time I thought of the dress, I realized how beautiful I was in my own skin.

James and I made an effort to be as present as we could during the approaching wedding week. We went to all of Mark and Alice’s events, including the rehearsal dinner, where we gave them a salute and drank champagne to celebrate.

All set, Mom? Mark questioned me.

Everything about your outfit? ” I gave my son a smile.

He was always checking in on me, even though he was right between Alice and me. Of course, “I replied.

I’m prepared to honor you and Alice. ” I applied my makeup and put on my green dress the morning of the wedding.

It was all that I had needed to search for my child’s wedding — rich and modern. There were a lot of mumbles in the air when I got to the venue.

I ignored them, thinking that this was different for them because everyone was so accustomed to me wearing comfortable clothes. I went straight to the bride’s dressing room in the hope that I would see Alice and give her some praise before she entered the ceremony.

Alice looked up as she opened the door, her happy face turning into complete devastation. She looked at me from above to below before breaking down in tears.

Claire, why did you do this to me? Her voice was choked with emotion as she sobbed.

I entered the room and shut the door, confused. What’s going on?

” I questioned her. Your gown!

She yelled, ” What do you think? I asked, questioning everything.

She almost yelled, “It’s my dream wedding dress, just in a different color. ” I was astonished.

Sincerely, Alice,” I replied. They look so different in color, I didn’t know that.

However, Alice was not having it. Holding her head in her hands, she sat on the couch’s edge.

Why would you? She yelled out as she looked up.

This day is all about you, you! simply because none of your suggestions were implemented!

Mark rushed in as soon as he heard the commotion from his dressing room next door. Mom?

What is happening here? ” I was asked.

He was looking for an explanation and turned from Alice to me. I slowly explained everything in an effort to calm things down.

Mark, I didn’t see the similarity, I said. I thought—”Alice stood up and walked toward Mark.

I just loved the dress. ” No!

” She yelled, ” You believed you would demonstrate to me what I might have had, but in green. Is that not it?

” My son pleaded, “Mom, please. ” Just make an effort to get through the day.

For me, please. ” After accepting, I left the dressing room.

I simply desired to locate James and remain silent throughout the day. Although I was aware that Alice and I were treading carefully, I was surprised when she yelled at me in that manner.

I was naturally upset, but I didn’t want to further ruin their day. Now that I think about it, maybe I should have been more receptive to Alice’s preferences.

After all, it wasn’t just mine to plan; it was also her day. I’m constantly worried about whether I was wrong.

Yes, in attempting to enforce my vision, I may have overlooked what was truly significant—Mark and Alice’s happiness on their wedding day. Was my action incorrect?

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