My fiancé and I built our wedding from scratch, refusing money from his rich parents. When I said I’d bake my own wedding cake, my mother-in-law mocked me. But on the big day, she took credit for it in front of everyone.
She stole my moment… but karma was already baking its way back.
My mother-in-law, Christine, has never worked a day in her life and it shows in ways that make my teeth grind.
The first time I met her three years ago, she’d assessed me like I was a questionable purchase.
Her eyes raked over my department store dress, lingering on my old shoes. “So you’re in… customer service?” she asked, somehow making it sound like I cleaned toilets for a living.
“I’m a marketing coordinator,” I corrected gently.
“How sweet. I suppose someone needs to do those jobs.”
Dave had squeezed my hand, offering a silent apology for his mother’s behavior.
Later that night, he held me close and whispered, “I love that you work hard and care about things that matter.”
That was the moment I knew I’d marry him someday.
***
Three months before our wedding, Dave lost his job when his company downsized.
We were already stretching every dollar for the wedding, determined not to start our marriage in debt. “We could ask my parents,” Dave suggested half-heartedly one night as we reviewed our budget at our tiny kitchen table.
I looked up from the spreadsheet. “Really??
Think again!”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“God no!
Mom would lord it over us for the next decade.”
“Then we cut back. We make it work.”
“Yeah, we’ll do it our way.
No debt, no guilt, no strings.”
“And no loans from your mom!”
He laughed.
“Especially no loans from her!”
Then his eyes softened a little. “This is why I love you, Alice.
You never take the easy way out.”
That night, as I stared at the ceiling, an idea took root.
“I’ll bake our wedding cake myself.”
Dave propped himself up on one elbow.
“Are you sure?
That’s a lot of pressure.”
“I’ve been baking since I was 10!” I reminded him. “Remember those cookies I used to sell in college? People loved them.”
He smiled, tracing my cheek with his finger.
“They did.
And I love you for even considering it.”
“It’s decided then,” I said, feeling a flutter of excitement.
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