The room was full of light, laughter and conversations. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e50758/620x0/1/0/2025/03/15/ykuhgyo7ime5wnmbKKKzxxqd1coJWD3dya1Uw02.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; mother -in -law came to my wedding dressed in black &: she announced that it was the worst day of her life " Style = "background-color: rgba (102,101,93.1)" > < p > Guests in elegant creations, a delicate noise of a glass & oacute; in the background in the background & ndash; Everything was exactly as I dreamed.

< p > until it appeared.

< p > my mother -in -law.

< p > in a black dress to the ground, as if she did not come to her son's wedding, but for a funeral.

< p > I froze when I saw her.

< p > m & oacute; Jeus, then smiling, the opposite of the entrance and his face immediately concentrated.

< p > We not only noticed it.

< p > Szmer crossed the room.

< p > several people & oacute; b looked at each other, whispering something quietly.

< p > A she ?

< p > she raised her head proudly, as if she was the most important here.

< P >I approached her uncertainly, feeling my hands starting to tremble.

< p > — Mom & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Her husband started M & Amp; < p > — This is the darkest day of my life — She said in a theatrical tone, shifting after decorations, flowers, smiling faces.

< p > I suddenly felt all the joy escapes from me like air from a cracked balloon.

< p > — Mom, I am asking you & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; M & oacute; Jej, pr & oacute; was afraid to save the situation.

— I asked you not to do it — Her voice was trembling. & Amp; MDASH; But you didn't listen.

< p > — Which he did not do ? — I asked quietly, although I knew the answer.

< p > married me.

< p > I looked at her, unable to believe that she decided to destroy this day.

< P >That instead of a smile and blessing, she brought mourning.

< p > — Mom, quite — Husband said M & Amp; Oacute; but she did not intend to stop.

— If you got married to someone else, I would be the happiest mother. But you chose & hellip; & Amp; MDASH; She broke off, looking at me with undisguised contempt.

< p > I knew he didn't accept me.

< p > that she had done everything to separate us for years.

< p > but I didn't think he would go so far.

< p > for a moment there was a grave silence.

< p > I finally took a step towards her.

< p > — If it's for your mourning, then you come out & MDASH; I said calmly, although everything was boiling in me.

< p > — What ? — She looked at me indignantly.

< p > — It's our day. M & oacute; j and my husband. I will not let anyone turn it into a circus.

< p > m & oacute; Je husband embraced me more, giving me support.

< p > — Mom, I love you, but if you can't respect it, it's really better for you to leave.

< p > did not expect it.

< p > she had tears in her eyes, but I knew that they were not tears b & oacute; lu.

< p > these were tears of failures.

< p > understood she didn't win.

< p > that she will never have such a control over him as it used to be.

Finally, it was on the heel and came out.

< p > Guests breathed.

< P > The orchestra played the first tact of our song.

< p > and I & hellip;

< p > I knew that I won much more than just the right to my own wedding.

< p > That day, for the first time, we really belonged to

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116