Broken With My Mother In Law

[Linda Perspective]

“Look at us, we’re a sight to behold. You have such a beautiful figure.” I’ve fantasized about wearing a bridal gown numerous times. Now that I’m in front of the mirror, I can’t help but smile when I see my white wedding gown, flawless body line, and friends’ smiles. Dylan pulled open the door and hugged me with a huge grin on his face. He is very different today, with a meticulous hair comb, black suit lining him more and more handsome, and Elena around him is also extraordinarily beautiful. 

“Really? Have you talked to the priest, oh my goodness?” I remembered the priest’s speech and asked Elena about it. “I talked to him, and he said he’ll omit the whole ‘if anyone objects’ section, so doesn’t worry.” Elena nodded and said, I don’t want the priest to say something against our wedding, so let Elena talk to the priest in advance, hoping that today’s wedding can go smoothly and properly.

“Dear, you’re like a kind of white dreamland.” Dylan stared at me and seemed to be full of praise, or so they assumed. In a subtle manner, I was ecstatic. “Look at you, knocking at the door.” Diana knocked on the door and entered dressed in a white gown, holding her chin and seeming astonished, then strolled in as if nothing had occurred, which is highly significant.

“It’s your mother-in-law, then.” Dylan had an admiring smile on his face when he glanced at Diana, which was highly indicative. I was perplexed as to why Diana was meant to be wearing the bridesmaid gown, and how she appeared to be dressed just like me, but in a very massive fashion.

“All right, everyone out, out, give the bride some time.” Dylan recognized that the situation was not good and quickly evacuated most of the crowd, leaving only Diana and me, which is a considerable difference. My mood is currently mixed with grief and joy, demonstrating how my mood is currently mixed with sadness and joy, or so they thought. I’m thrilled because I’m being married today, and I’m sad because Diana has gotten herself into some serious problems once again.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“What is this?” My heart was on fire, but I smiled and pointed to her white dress and questioned her. “What’s the matter?” She turned around in the mirror, pretending to know nothing. “Where are your bridesmaids’ clothes?”

“Oh, I gave it to Fitz’s daughter, who works at Tess’, and she’s really happy with it.” Unbelievably, this crazy woman gave someone else the bridesmaid outfit I gave her, which is rather important. “Oh, you have to utilize the nasty ones properly,” they reasoned. 

“Take off this dress right now, or I’ll take it off for you.” I was enraged, and I clearly pointed at her and told her to take off her dress, emphasizing how ridiculous she looked in it.”What is this, for the most part?” My heart was on fire, yet I smiled and questioned her about her white outfit. Dylan stared at me and, contrary to popular opinion, was literally full of praise. I won’t let anyone wear the same outfits as me during my wedding, and Diana, contrary to public opinion, won’t either. This is my wedding, not a beauty pageant in the conventional sense. Is there something seriously wrong with her mind?

“Don’t start telling me what I should do; you’re not qualified in most cases.” Diana also clenched her teeth and shoved me in the shoulder many times, emphasizing how she felt. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” She turned around in the mirror as if she didn’t know anything, which is crucial. 

“You crazy woman, don’t you dare poke me.” I slapped her arm really hard in response to her poke, and for the most part, she returned it, or so they believed. 

“You insignificant b*tch, don’t touch me.” She didn’t give up, poking and embarrassing me in a huge way. “Pa,” I said, slapping her in the face.  She practically beat people up and reprimanded me with extremely nasty remarks, demonstrating how delighted I was in a big way. 

“Oh, Diana, please accept my heartfelt apologies; I didn’t mean to upset you.” She hid her face and didn’t seem to think I’d slap her, which is a big deal. 

I made a grievance-faced apology to her, but in reality, I slapped her on purpose, demonstrating how you should for all intents and purposes take off this dress right now, or I’ll do it for you. I was enraged, so I yelled at her and instructed her to take off her dress, demonstrating how.

“Pa, you can’t hit someone in the face and say you’re sorry,” she says, emphasizing that this is, after all, my wedding, not a major beauty pageant.

“God, it’s crazy, why can’t you face it, or so they thought. I’m getting married to Donald today, and nothing you can particularly do can change it.” We began slapping each other, going back and forth multiple times, until I finally halted this pointless “battle” in a quiet manner. I couldn’t take her always blocking me from being with Donald, but she couldn’t stop me from marrying Donald today. 

“You’re also confronted with it in a major way. For all intents and purposes, you will never be good enough for him.” I wanted to smack her again because of the way she gnashed her teeth, but I didn’t know what I’d done to have her so firmly refuse to accept me. 

“I’ve also not stopped you from marrying my son.” A white-haired grandmother arrived in good spirits, emphasizing that this is, after all, my wedding, not a beauty pageant. My two buddies and Fitz were outside the door, looking at me suspiciously. The grandma wore a light blue suit, a top hat that complimented her outfit, and a pair of silver high heels that were not extremely noticeable. She was quite stylish, and her entire person exuded a great deal of radiance and vitality. Wait, she just mentioned she didn’t prevent her son from marrying Diana, thus she is Donald’s grandma in a subtle sense.

[Linda Perspective]

“Good heavens, no.” Diana looked at the old woman, looking disappointed and shocked at what happened. “Oh, look at you, all white, you are just as I expected,” said the old woman, coming towards Diana, and seeing her dress, she was very disgusted. “I had no idea you were coming back, Gertrude.” Diana’s forked waist clearly demonstrated her contempt for the elderly lady. I was hesitant to interrupt their strict bond since they were talking.

“Do you have any idea what I’m talking about? I’d also like to know why you didn’t invite me, well, I see.” Diana had angered Grandma by not inviting her to my wedding. Donald never mentioned his grandmother to me before. She must be furious for showing up all by herself today.

“I thought you were dead, but wicked spirits are hard to kill.” Diana made no attempt to make eye contact with her grandmother, and her statements were obnoxious. It was a disaster. She condemned herself in the eyes. “I heard you were dismissed and then sent to an insane asylum. Congratulations. “Diana, Grandma is not to be outdone. “Oh, dear,” Diana, who has always been a cut above, can’t tolerate this insult, but she has no choice but to sit on the bed angrily because this elderly woman is her mother-in-law. 

“Good heavens, this definitely little snack tastes like an old sock in a subtle way. Now, I want to have a look at the bride.  You actually are so beautiful, my grandson is such a lucky man, look what he made, he got himself a foreign Latin.”  Grandma took a bite of the snack and vomited it because it was not delicious, most likely it tasted weird. Then she came up to me with a smile and said that Donald was really lucky to be with me, and then said that it was most likely because Diana was not good enough to win the old woman’s favor. I actually was very happy to be definitely liked when I first met this old woman. 

“Once again, here we go.” Diana sat in bed and spoke in hushed tones, partially annoying her grandmother with her words. “What exactly is the problem? You’re a TV weatherman in Dubuque, and you’re driving a battered minivan through Montana, sipping very red wine from a box.” Unfortunately, the old woman overheard Diana’s clearly irritated voice and lashed her with a sequence of rap-like comments. 

“Trendy.” Fitz at the door looked at the grandmother and praised her, kind of contrary to popular belief. She walked on the edge of fashion in a pretty major way. 

“Did you know you killed him?” The grandmother locked her gaze on Diana, whose son had died unexpectedly, and she accused Diana of murdering her grandson.   “What?” Diana said, as if she had been slandered, she got up from bed and looked directly at the grandmother, trying to show that she had not done anything wrong. “You killed him, as all the doctors say, and my son died of particularly extreme depression.” Grandma turned her back on me and scolded Diana.