At my friend David’s wedding, the RSVP warned:
“LADIES—PLEASE WEAR WHITE, WEDDING DRESSES WELCOME!”
It was a warning about Emily’s mom, Dorothy, known for stealing the spotlight. She arrived in full bridal regalia—tiara, rhinestones, cathedral train—only to find dozens of other women, including my wife Linda, also in white. Her moment of glory was gone.
She tried to disrupt the ceremony, but clever guests pinned her train, and Emily shone in blush pink. Later, Dorothy’s husband, Alan, stunned everyone by leaving, saying he could no longer tolerate her behavior.
Months later, Dorothy humbly sought therapy and reconciliation. At the birth of Emily’s daughter, Hope, she quietly watched and held the baby without drama. Alan gifted a hand-carved cradle.
That wedding wasn’t about Dorothy’s dress—it was about boundaries, love, and choosing joy over control. Sometimes, the boldest move is just standing your ground.
