I thought the hardest part of wedding planning would be figuring out seating charts, but something far worse happened. My future mother-in-law decided my late mother’s dress should go to her daughter. I refused, but she took it anyway, and what happened next stunned everyone as karma worked its magic.
I’m Carrie, 27, and when Jared and I got engaged, I thought planning our wedding would be full of love and joy. For the most part, it was—until his mother, Sabrina, got involved.
My soon-to-be mother-in-law had a smile that made my stomach churn. It never reached her eyes. She had an opinion on everything I did, from how I wore my hair to the way I laughed at Jared’s jokes.
Sabrina always managed to bring up Jared’s ex-girlfriends at family dinners. One was a master baker, another was bound for medical school. I work in event marketing—not a baker or a doctor—and Sabrina never let me forget it.
