My mother-in-law got up from her chair during the wedding and informed the priest that she opposed our union; she most certainly did not anticipate this kind of reaction from me 
I had no idea that my wedding would become such a spectacle. It all began even before the wedding: my mother-in-law believed she should be the maid of honor because she was “young and beautiful” and single. I attempted to protest, but I gave in for my husband. “What might occur?” I asked myself. Ultimately, it is really a custom.
However, the worst occurred.
My mother-in-law arrived at the wedding wearing a long white frock. In white! A dress more appropriate for a real bride. She even ripped the bouquet out of my hands at one point and stood proudly behind me, as though she should be the center of attention. I found it difficult to contain my tears and vehemently objected to being photographed alongside her.
The worst part, however, was yet to come. The priest famously asked, “Is there anyone who objects to this union?” as we were reciting our vows at the altar.
My mother-in-law then held out her hand.
“I protest,” she shouted forcefully. I don’t think I’m ready to entrust my own son to another lady. Let’s head home, son. Why are you attending this wedding?
One of the guests snickered as the others gasped. Unable to think of anything to say, my spouse froze. I was furious, but I also considered a solution to save things from getting worse.
Unfazed, I turned to face my mother-in-law and said something quite surprising aloud for everyone to hear
With a harsh tone, I said:
Have you forgotten to take your medication again, Mom? If you miss a pill, you’ll start talking nonsensically, the doctor cautioned. To help you relax, should I fetch you some water? The wedding is today! This is your son, and I am your daughter-in-law. Have you forgotten me?
I then spoke to the visitors:
I apologize, but my mother-in-law is quite sick and occasionally has trouble understanding what she is saying. Her words are meaningless, therefore let’s go on, Holy Father. She doesn’t understand.
“But I’m not ill!” my mother-in-law argued.
Yes, you are in excellent health; you simply forgot to take your medication. Now it’s over, and I will give it to you, — I responded gently.
Perplexed, she moved aside and took a seat on a chair, and the ceremony went on. After we were married, I came to the realization that sometimes you have to be cunning to keep your happiness safe.
