Claire just wants to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom\u2014but when she realizes that her daughter-in-law has her own plans for the wedding, she steps back to focus on her own outfit, only for there to be a fight between her and Alice on the big day. Alice claims that Claire has destroyed the wedding by stealing her dream dress, while Claire sees nothing wrong in her actions. Who is wrong?All I wanted was to be the mother-of-the-groom. That\u2019s it. I just wanted to be the doting mother who loved her son more than anything\u2014but this is the story of how my attempt to make my son\u2019s wedding perfect turned into a day we\u2019d all rather forget. When Mark introduced Alice to us, she was unlike anyone I expected him to fall for.\n
Mark, my son, is a lawyer at a top firm\u2014a position that he secured straight after his graduation from Stanford. \u201cI\u2019m going to be a lawyer, Mom,\u201d he told me once when he was still in high school and doing an essay on the career he wanted to get into. \u201cI could easily see that,\u201d I told him, making him breakfast as he worked away. \u201cIt\u2019s to help fight injustices. For children, specifically,\u201d he said, drinking his orange juice. Mark had big dreams, and I knew that my son was always going to reach for the stars. Alice, on the other hand, was completely different from my son. Her entire personality was light and carefree, whereas Mark was serious and brooding. Alice was a self-taught coder, who freelanced from their cozy apartment. Their worlds, their politics, their interests didn\u2019t align. But they made it work\u2014and they were a sweet couple for the most part. But love, as they say, is blind. When Mark proposed to Alice, we were all invited to the scene to help surprise her. \u201cPlease, Mom,\u201d Mark said on the phone. \u201cAlice isn\u2019t close to her family, so to see you and Dad there will be good for her.\n
She\u2019ll know that she\u2019s welcomed and supported.\u201d \u201cOf course, honey,\u201d I told him, already envisioning their wedding in my head. I swallowed my reservations and offered to pay for the wedding. James and I had put money away for Mark\u2019s studies, but he had always gotten bursaries which paid for it all. \u201cWe can just use that money for the wedding, Claire,\u201d my husband said over lunch the day after the proposal. \u201cIt\u2019s the best thing we could do for them,\u201d I agreed. \u201cThis way they can save up to move out of that small apartment. I know Mark\u2019s been talking about a house with a garden because he really wants a dog.\u201d When we told Mark and Alice, I thought that the gesture would bring us closer. I didn\u2019t have any daughters, so I thought that this would be my chance. I could get to know Alice better\u2014and that would be good for Mark, to know that his wife and his mother got along well. Instead, the wedding planning only highlighted our differences. After a few months into the wedding planning, I met Alice at a coffee shop so that we could go over the details. But we clashed on everything. \u201cI think roses are timeless,\u201d I said, helping myself to a slice of cake. \u201cThey are, but they\u2019re also overdone in a sense,\u201d Alice said, sipping her tea. \u201cMark and I want peonies.\u201d Our meeting went back and forth a few times\u2014and we were stuck in a space where we just couldn\u2019t agree on anything.\n
\u201cOkay, how about this?\u201d I asked her. \u201cYou go ahead with everything else, and just tell me what color your bridesmaids are wearing, so that there won\u2019t be any clashes.\u201d \u201cThey won\u2019t be wearing green,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m leaning toward pink.\u201d I paid the bill and we parted ways with the wedding planning. But then, one afternoon Alice texted me. Hi Claire, just picking out my wedding dress with the girls! I\u2019m so excited! I wish you were here! Attached were photos of her five top wedding dress picks. I knew that Alice and I were on different ends of what we thought that the wedding should look like, but I wanted to be included in the big things. I wished that she had included me in the wedding dress shopping. \u201cAt least she\u2019s sending you the top picks,\u201d James said as he read the newspaper next to me. \u201cI know, but it\u2019s not the same,\u201d I said. \u201cDo they look good?\u201d he asked. \u201cCan I see them?\u201d Together, we scrolled through the photos of the potential dresses. They were adequate choices, but nothing stood out. Nothing that would fit the standard of my future daughter-in-law. The dress that was Alice\u2019s favorite and the first contender for the actual wedding dress wasn\u2019t what I expected. I typed back, telling Alice that it wasn\u2019t quite the best choice. And I hoped that my financial stake in the wedding would weigh in. James and I hadn\u2019t given the kids a budget. They had everything at their disposal.\n
Why not consider the second one? It might be more flattering for you. James chuckled beside me. \u201cYou\u2019re at the point of over-stepping,\u201d he said. Before I could say anything, my phone pinged with a message from Alice. Sorry, but I disagree. This is the dress I\u2019m choosing. That night over dinner, as James was plating our salmon, I shared my frustration with him. \u201cAlice is not even considering my opinion, and I\u2019m paying for the dress!\u201d I exclaimed. James tried to mediate; he also texted Mark to make sure that he knew how I felt, too. \u201cI think you should just leave the wedding planning to them now,\u201d James said. \u201cPut all your attention into yourself and what you\u2019re going to wear.\u201d But it also turned out that Mark was able to persuade Alice to wear the dress I preferred. I had to admit, it was the less stressful option, and I hadn\u2019t been able to shop for my dress before that.\n
So, that\u2019s what I did. I went to a few different boutiques and eventually found my perfect dress. It was emerald green, which I knew brought out my eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s beautiful,\u201d James said when I tried the dress on for him. I had felt different. I no longer felt like the mother-of-the-groom who had been pushed aside. Instead, I felt beautiful in my own skin, my self-esteem growing every time I thought of the dress. When the wedding week loomed upon us, James and I tried to make ourselves as present as possible. We went to all the events that Mark and Alice needed us to be at\u2014including the rehearsal dinner where we saluted them and drank champagne to toast the festivities.\n
\u201cAll sorted, Mom?\u201d Mark asked me. \u201cYour dress and everything?\u201d I smiled at my son. Despite being in the middle of Alice and me, he was always checking in on me. \u201cOf course,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m ready to celebrate you and Alice.\u201d On the morning of the wedding, I put on my green dress and did my make up. It was everything I had wanted to look for my son\u2019s wedding\u2014elegant and sophisticated. As I arrived at the venue, the air was thick with murmurs. I ignored them, thinking that everyone was just so used to me being dressed in comfortable clothing, that this was something different for them. I went straight to the bride\u2019s dressing room, hoping to see Alice and compliment her before she walked down the aisle. Upon opening the door, Alice looked up\u2014her joyful expression collapsing into one of utter devastation. She looked me up and down before bursting into tears. \u201cWhy did you do this to me, Claire?\u201d she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion. Confused, I stepped into the room and closed the door.\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d I asked her. \u201cYour dress!\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cWhat about it?\u201d I asked, second-guessing everything. \u201cIt\u2019s my dream wedding dress, just in another color,\u201d she said, nearly shouting. I was taken aback. \u201cAlice, honestly,\u201d I said. \u201cI didn\u2019t realize\u2014they look so different in color.\u201d But Alice wasn\u2019t having any of it. She sat on the edge of the couch, her head in her hands. \u201cHow could you?\u201d she looked up and cried out. \u201cYou\u2019ve made this day about you! Just because we didn\u2019t take any of your suggestions!\u201d Mark, having heard the commotion from his dressing room next door, came rushing in. \u201cMom? What\u2019s going on here?\u201d he asked me. He looked from Alice to me, seeking an explanation. Trying to calm the waters, I explained everything slowly. \u201cI didn\u2019t see the resemblance, Mark,\u201d I said. \u201cI truly just loved the dress, and I thought\u2014\u201d Alice stood up and marched toward Mark. \u201cNo!\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cYou thought that you\u2019d show me what I could\u2019ve had, but in green. Isn\u2019t that it?\u201d \u201cMom, please,\u201d my son said. \u201cLet\u2019s just try to get through the day. Please, for me.\u201d I agreed and left the dressing room. I just wanted to find James and sit quietly until the day was over.\n
I knew that Alice and I were walking a thin line, but I didn\u2019t expect her to shout at me in the manner that she did. Naturally, I was upset, but I didn\u2019t want to ruin their day any further. Reflecting now, perhaps I should have been more open to Alice\u2019s preferences. It was her day after all, not just mine to orchestrate. The question of whether I was wrong hangs heavily over me. Yes, in trying to enforce my vision, I might have lost sight of what was truly important\u2014Alice\u2019s happiness and Mark\u2019s peace on their special day. Was I wrong for what I did? Here\u2019s another story for you | When Evie\u2019s best friend\u2019s wedding rolls around, she wants nothing more than to be a part of Jade\u2019s big day. But as the wedding dawns, rumors about Evie\u2019s husband, James begins to fly around \u2014 including the fact that he\u2019s been uninvited. What secrets lurk between the rumors?\n
Bride Claimed I Destroyed My Son\u2019s Wedding Because of My Outfit Choice \u2013 Was I Really Wrong Here? Claire just wants to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom\u2014but when she realizes that her daughter-in-law has her own plans for the wedding, she steps back to focus on her own outfit, only for there to be a fight\n","protected":false},"author":10,"featured_media":82538,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"none","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[855],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-82535","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-story"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/99.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/82535","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/10"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=82535"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/82535\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/82538"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=82535"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=82535"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=82535"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}