My stepmother ruined my marriage

 

I got married there some and I have very bad memory.
We wanted a small wedding and already there with one child and another on the way, we decided to get married shortly after announced. For 40 people, we knew that preparations were not going to take us a year.

My stepmother at first was very happy and very invested. She wanted us to buy lots of things and told me that if it was only a question of money, it was not a problem.

But we knew that with the rental of the room, everything would be included (dishes, dishes ...). We did not want that to 1000 euros, all inclusive (outfits, meals, alliances, room rental ...) because, for us, the importance of this day was not to to impress diners but to share a good time.

My mother in law has moved away more preparations as she saw that we did not want a ceremony with great pomp. In the end, it is completely disinterested. She was not even looking when I showed him our last shopping for decoration and always recoiled date to pick the costume of my husband. We have taken advantage of balances to find him a nice suit (one month before the wedding, it was time!).

Moreover, stepmother, who is a seamstress, was unable to care for retouching of my dress the day before the wedding. My dress was accompanied by a stole which was slightly pleated at the time of fitting. So I told him that I would spend an iron shot. She said she would take care of the home and that it would file my witness.

My witness had offered to make cakes as a wedding gift. My stepmother, dropping the dress home, was disturbed in full realization of its cakes and has noticed that she is not bothered that the cakes were not complicated. My friend, despite the nervousness, remained very polite and offered him coffee. At this time, stepmother began to tell him everything she had on the heart about marriage: that we were going too fast, it was anything ...

Marriage in the morning, my parents came to help us to prepare for my mother we had put together a cold buffet. Stepmother, which went to his little turn, knew nothing do besides criticize the organization. My mother was holding the slap because she did not want to spoil this day.

At 11 am, we prepared with my friend, along with my other witness 30 minutes before leaving, I finally discovered my dress. I'm not even sure she really touched this dress: my crumpled scarf was wrapped around the handlebars. We had to wash it in fourth gear, dry it with a hair dryer and ironing board.

Throughout the evening, my mother did not let a word. She did not even helped anything.

The next day she came eating and do not help us to store. She told me that it was a shame to end on Sunday at 16h and that if I was tired, I had to go to bed and let others continue to party: "you wanted absolutely pregnant marry it must now assume. "

And, of course, not even a gift or a card, or a financial contribution. Which old witch!

I learned later that she had never loved me and had done everything that I keep a bad memory of my marriage. Today, my husband hardly speaks more to his mother.