Broken With My Mother In Law

“Yes. that would be all. Thank you.” we all said in unison.

“Alright ma’am. Thank you and please wait for your order patiently.” The waiter then left with the menu.

After the waiter left Diane looked at me again and said,

“You continue to surprise me. Aren’t you worried about not being able to wear a wedding dress? You ordered a meal full of calories. It will make you fat on your wedding day. You should be at your best on such an important day and by eating that I doubt.” She can say that because I ordered some high-calorie food.  

“Oh, I will make a dress that will suit my own body, and not any other way. And I am surely going to be at my best on my wedding day. Do not worry about that.” Now the wedding dress can also be customized. Nowadays it is really easy for you to have a gown customized so, you don’t have to worry if it will fit or not. It can be solved.

“Oh, I wish I were as confident as you were when I got married to my husband. Do you know what I did to have my perfect body on my wedding day? I went on a diet for two months. two freaking months to have my desired body before the wedding!” She said it as if she wanted to tell me to do it also. She then looked at me again and continued to speak.

“I have to tell you one thing. You will have a grand wedding as I have never had before. Most importantly, we need to book a church at once. The church should be big and perfect for your union. We also need to plan your bachelorette party and even the giveaways for your wedding. Also did you already start to list down the people you want to be in your wedding? She asked me.

I was about to answer when she cuts me off, saying, “I always think Donald looks like Jesus, in the cathedral on Second Street. Go have a look when you visit the cathedral. You’ll surely see their resemblance.” Hearing everything, she said. I thought, is she that confident about our wedding? Did she really want to do the planning on her own?

Some of our food arrived after she finished talking, I let the waiter put the food in front of us first. The waiter left after putting everything in. We said our thank you and continued to converse.

“Actually, we want a wedding that has nothing to do with religion, because I prefer spirit to faith. We want it to be solemn and special.” 

I wanted to make it clear to her that I wanted our wedding to be organized by the two of us together. I wanted it to be perfect for the both of us. And of course, to be able to enjoy our union we need to plan it according to our liking. It is going to be more special if we planned it ourselves.

“Oh, how about doing it at my house? That way we don’t even have to book a place for your wedding, it is also for you to save some money. And besides, Donald was born and raised there, it means so much to him if you would do it there, don’t worry about anything I’ll do all the planning from the start to finish, your task will be walking in the aisle and saying I do to my son. We’re going to also have that extraordinary band of Svensans at your wedding so that your guest can enjoy the reception, a really cute cake and a solemn union between you two and your family and close friends. What do you think? For me it is awesome already. It will be very solemn and of course it will be held in our backyard.” 

She looks at me and saw me biting my fingernails so she said “Oh dear, no no no, biting fingers, it’s a disgusting habit. You will get a lot of bacteria from there. It was not hygienic ” In fact, I was very unhappy to hear her say so. I habitually bit my finger and looked at her talking about her own plan for our wedding makes me a little uncomfortable. It should be us planning and not her. She saw me bite my finger allergic to nuts and said it was a bad habit. I was embarrassed to take it out. “Don’t move, I want to… want to… there, I caught it.” I think there is something in my hair, and she is helping me get it.

“Oh, thank you, uh,” I didn’t know if she was taking something or doing something. She tugged at my hair hard, almost pulling my scalp. I gave a painful cry after she was done getting whatever there is in my hair. I still thank her, even though it is still a bit painful.

“What do you think of pink as the motif of your wedding?” She asked me if I like the color pink, I frowned, my lipstick today is pink, not bad. But making it as our motif? Nope. I don’t want it to be pink.

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“Excuse me ma’am.” The waiter put what we needed on the table.

 He was putting down the salad when I noticed that there were some nuts in there so I stopped him.

The waiter looked at me and said “What’s the matter?”

“May I have another salad without nuts? I’m allergic to this. I hope you understand.” I looked at the waiter. I really want to have the salad.

“Okay. No problem ma’am. I’ll just tell the chef about your request.” The waiter stepped down. He took the salad to the table and left. I was still looking at him as he approaches the kitchen to tell his coworker about my request. 

I shifted my eyes to Diane again and said “I’m allergic to nuts, eggs, shellfish, blueberries, oh… and soybeans. I hope you understand” I told Diana all the foods I was forbidden to eat because of my allergies.

“It’s amazing that you have survived so many years without getting hurt. Oh, by the way, when it comes to cakes, I want to use traditional vanilla with strawberry juice. Is that okay with you? Do you have any requests?” I smiled. What do you mean I can survive so many years? She sounded like I was not supposed to survive. Ah, this woman really makes me sit up and take notice. She also wants to make my wedding cake into her favorite type. What a selfish woman she is. 

“You see, Diana, I’ve really taken care of all this. I wanted to personally do it because it is my wedding. It is very special to me and I wanted to be the one to plan everything.” I shook my head. Then I bite on to my burger, swallow my snacks and take a sip on my soda. 

 I’ve already taken care of these things, and I don’t want her to interfere any more. She had enough of interfering with my own wedding. She wanted to be the one in control. And I don’t want that. This is my wedding and I should be the one to decide what I like, whether it is my wedding gown, motif, the cake, or even the guest list.

“I made this for you. It’s your wedding plan. I want it to be perfect not only for you but also for my son. The motif will be in the color pink.” She took out a pink wedding planner she made for us from under the table. It was quite nice.

“Oh, is that a picture of me and Donald on the front page?” I took the planner from her and saw a picture of me and Donald on the cover. I looked at it for a couple of minutes and then I decided to open it. Curious about what is inside I gently open the first page of the planner.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Since you’re going to be my daughter soon, I decided to give you a present.”  She paused for a while then continued to talk “It’s time for your new mom to give you presents. So here take this.” She pulled a small black box out of her bag and handed it to me.

“Thank you. Really I appreciate you and this gift so much.” The box is small and exquisite, so I took it and opened it with an excited smile. My eyes were shocked to see what was inside the black box.

“Oh, how big! You can see the thorns on the roses.” It’s a golden pendant. It’s beautiful, no the term beautiful was not enough to describe the gold pendant it was magnificent.