My mother’s friend’s daughter was getting married, and my mom was invited, and obviously she dragged me along, because she thinks showing up at weddings might be where I’ll find my “Mr. Right”
This wedding was not small oo. We’re talking close to a 1000 guests, in an expensive hall because the wedding decorations screamed “luxury!!”, there was also a live band, and ushers were serving food left right and center.
Everything was going really fine, you could tell the couple was so happy, laughing through the toasts, while making small gossip that couples usually do on their wedding day. Then it got to send off time, when the bride and groom say their final goodbyes before heading out, and that’s when we heard yelling. It was so loud that 1000 people kept quiet at the same time.
By the time I pushed through to see what was going on, the bride’s mother was in tears, the groom was walking off on his own, and the bride was just standing there looking completely lost, like she didn’t know who to follow.
Nobody around us knew what had actually happened at that moment. We found out the next day, and I only know because I happened to be near the kitchen when my mom and another friend were talking about it.
What happened was, at some point during the reception, the bride’s mother looked at her daughter’s wedding ring and decided, just decided, that she wanted it. And somehow her daughter swapped rings with her right there at the reception.
“She just told her to hand it over,” my mother’s friend was telling my mom while shaking her head like she still couldn’t process it herself. “And the girl did it. Just like that o.”
It wasn’t until send off, when the groom reached for his wife’s hand, that he noticed the ring on his mother in law’s finger instead. He asked why she had it.
From what I heard, the mother acted like it was nothing, like collecting your daughter’s ring after the ceremony was a completely normal thing to want. And when the groom pushed back, she started yelling at him, like raising her voice alone would be enough to make him back down.
He didn’t back down but yelled at his bride instead, who was standing to the side through this entire thing not saying one word,
“Marry your mother then,” he said, and walked off.
The bride’s mother kept telling her afterward not to worry, that he’d come around eventually, that men do this sometimes and it passes but he didn’t come around oo.
From what I heard, he left the country not long after that.
See you next Saturday.
Xoxo, Dara
