My Entitled Mother-in-Law Wore White Dresses to Two Weddings — But This Time, the Photographer Put Her in Her Place

“She’s wearing lace, darling,” Judith had said, feigning surprise. “This is satin. Completely different.”

Laura was livid. But Daniel just shrugged it off with his usual, “That’s just Mom.”

Then came Daniel’s cousin Maya’s wedding — and you guessed it. Judith did it again. This time she wore a sleek white jumpsuit with a sheer cape that flowed like a train behind her. I heard someone ask if she was renewing her vows.

Daniel finally confronted her that night.

“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked.

Judith laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. I can’t help it if white looks good on me. Should I wear black and pretend I’m attending a funeral?”

That was her logic.

So, when Daniel and I got engaged, I knew I had a choice: say nothing and hope she’d magically grow some self-awareness… or prepare for battle.

I chose the latter.

From the beginning, Judith made the planning process unbearable. She critiqued our venue (“Too rustic”), the caterer (“Do they serve gluten-free caviar?”), and even questioned my choice of a long veil.

“You have such a sweet face, Ava,” she told me with a polite smile. “You don’t want to hide it behind all that fabric, do you?”

I kept my cool. Barely.