At my wedding, my mother-in-law, Linda, arrived late wearing a full-length white lace gown and acted more like the bride than I did. She clung to my husband during photos and floated through the event like it was her moment. Though it hurt, I stayed quiet, edited her out of the one photo I kept, and tried to move on.
Years later, at my brother-in-law Dylan’s wedding, Linda promised she’d learned her lesson. But once again, she showed up in the exact same white dress—this time with a red sash, as if that made it any better. The ceremony was already underway when she made her dramatic entrance, turning heads for all the wrong reasons.
During the photo session, Linda tried to squeeze in with the bride and groom again—until the photographer politely but firmly asked, “Oh, are you the bride?” The pointed comment drew laughter from the crowd and left Linda speechless. Embarrassed, she stormed off, muttering about being disrespected, and didn’t return for the rest of the celebration.
The wedding went on joyfully without her. When the photos arrived weeks later, the bride and groom looked radiant—no drama, no white lace photobombs. As for Linda, we’re all wondering what she’ll wear to the next family wedding… though we have a pretty good guess.