- 5 years ago
- Wedding: August 2013
My mother came with me, my MOH and my bridesmaid to David’s Bridal to find a wedding dress.
I had previously looked through their dresses and picked out a few I had in mind – and asked my consultant to pull them. The first one my consultant brought me was my first choice in my head – and when I put it on, I knew right away it was the one.
I came out of my dressing room and my mom looked at me with discust and could only point out that it made my bust look huge and it didnt fit right. Of course it didn’t – I am a size 6 and the dress they had clipped me into was a size 2. I’m not quite sure if she was unaware that it would obviously be altered and I wouldn’t be spilling out of the dress.
Feeling discouraged, I put on an another dress, but I knew instantly that it was not the one, so I asked my consultant to check and see if they had my original pick in a different size.
They did! I put it on and it zipped, and my mom still was not excited at all. my MOH and Bridesmaid were ecstatic. They knew how much I had been lookig at this dress in the weeks leading up to my appointment.
My consultant asked me I was planning on wearing a veil – and I am not. I find them old fashioned, and I am having an outdoor wedding so I don’t want it blowing around during the ceremony. When the consultant put one one me anyway just to confirm that I did not want one, my mom said to me “well I guess you kind of look like a bride now.”
Not once did she say I looked beautiful. She just stood there with her arms crossed.
I ended up purchasing my dress, knowing in my heart of hearts that this WAS the dress.
That night when I got home after crying the entire way home with my MOH, I called her and called her out on being rude. She didn’t believe she was AT ALL which was the most frustrating part of the whole situation. I hung up, still feeling discouraged, but I decided to push past it. She called me later that night AGAIN and raged at me – telling me that I’ve been excluding her from the wedding (she has never once offered or asked to know anything about what I am doing) and that she no longer wants to come.
Was anyone elses mother like this, or am I alone? why would she act like that?
It has been about 3 weeks since this incident – we have tried since then to get along, but it is just awkward and forced.