Wedding Drama: MIL Calls My Quiet Mom ‘Ugly’—I Stood Up for Her When She Couldn’t

My MIL Called My Quiet Mom ‘Ugly’ at My Wedding – She Couldn’t Stand Up for Herself, but I DidMy mother-in-law branded my quiet mother “ugly” at my wedding, and I just couldn’t let it go. I thought I had the ideal revenge plot, but when the backlash started, I realized I might have gone too far.For the hundredth time, I adjusted my veil as I stood in front of the mirror. My hands were trembling; perhaps from excitement or nerves? Mum appeared behind me, teary-eyed.

She whispered, “You look beautiful, Sophia.”I looked up at her, admiring her modest, black outfit. “Mom, thank you. You too have a wonderful appearance.”She fidgeted at her dress’s hem. “Are you sure it’s not too plain?” I told her, “It’s perfect,” “You’re perfect.”Mom gave me a grin, but I could see doubt in her eyes. Her preference was to disappear into the background due to her bashful nature. But I wanted her to be the star of today. “Come on,” I replied, putting my arm around hers. “Let’s go knock ’em dead.”The event was a haze. As I came down the aisle, Michael’s eyes met mine, and before I knew it, we were saying “I do.” We turned to face our guests, and that’s when I saw my new mother-in-law, Vivian, looking stunning in her jewel-encrusted gown.I was ecstatic to be at the reception. Michael and I went around introducing ourselves, extending greetings and accepting congrats. Mom was standing at the punch bowl by herself, and she looked uneasy.I moved over. “Having fun?” She gave a nod, but her eyes did not grin. “Obviously, my dear. You look amazing in that dress.”“Mom, thank you. I — “ “Well, well,” someone interrupted. With a glass of champagne in hand, Vivian emerged. “Evelyn, dear, that’s certainly an… interesting choice of attire.” Mom’s face reddened. “Oh, I’m very grateful. Vivian, your dress is equally gorgeous.”A small smirk formed on Vivian’s lips. “Yes, well, some of us like to make an effort for important occasions.”I started to bite back, but Mom grabbed my arm instead. Why don’t you go dance with Michael, Sophia? This day is unique for you.” I reluctantly left them, but I stayed close to Mom all night.

She retreated to the room’s corners, appearing to get smaller.My phone buzzed the following morning when Michael and I were eating breakfast. Jen, my cousin, was there. She said, “Hey, how’s the newlywed?”Fantastic! even if I’m worn out.”“Perhaps. I have to tell you something, listen.” My blood started to boil as Jen related what she’d heard at the wedding. Had Vivian referred to my mother as ugly? To further visitors? Jen remarked, “I’m so sorry, Sophia.” “I didn’t want to ruin your night…” “No, I’m happy you informed me. Regards, Jen. With my hands trembling with rage, I hung up and faced Michael. “Your mother called my mom ugly at our wedding.” His expression dimmed. “What? Are you certain?”“Jen heard her out. Whoa, this is unbelievable!” A hand went through Michael’s hair.

I’ll speak with her, all right? She ought not to have stated that. But I had a plan in mind already. “No, I’ve got this.” I reached for my laptop and opened the contact details of the wedding photographer. I quickly composed a message while my fingers skimmed over the keyboard:“Hello, Rob Regarding our wedding pictures, I have a unique request. Could you point out any pictures of my mother-in-law that don’t look good? In addition, I was curious if you might apply some artistic editing to the pictures to make her appear worse.” Before I could stop myself, I pushed send. The photographer said right away: “Yeah, of course. That’s something I can accomplish. However, are you positive?” “Definitely,” I answered.Peering over my shoulder was Michael. “Sophia, what are you doing?” I forcefully closed the laptop. “Not a thing. Just curious about the pictures. Clearly not buying it, he scowled and let it go.