Three days after my wedding to David, the memories are still fresh, but they taste bad because of how mean my mother was. She didn’t like that we were together, but I had no idea how mean she was.
At a support group, where I met David, I was struck by how quiet and strong he was. His mother died in the accident that left him paralysed, but he was full of hope. Our link was made right away.
In spite of this, my mother Carla was determined to ruin our relationship. As the wedding got closer, her subtle jabs and backhanded praise turned into outright hostility.
She made fun of David’s disability by giving him a pair of running shoes as a “gift” at the wedding. It got very quiet in the room, and I saw red. How could she make fun of him on our big day?
I spoke out against her because I was very angry. “Get out. Now!” I begged, and my voice shook. Her innocent mask fell off, showing a sneaky gleam in her eye.
After that, the days went by quickly, but David’s words stuck with me: “Everyone deserves a second chance.” I agreed to meet my mum when she asked.
At the coffee shop, her tears and apologies seemed real. She said she was lost when she saw how happy and grown I was. But Aunt Karen’s urgent texts showed a bad plan: my mother was using emotional pressure to get out of our marriage.
My world fell apart. I said goodbye because I was shocked by the deception. As I watched my mom leave, I knew I had to keep David and I safe from her harmful games.
David’s hope and faith in people inspired me, but I knew we were up against a cruel enemy. We loved each other more, and we’d work through anything together.
It’s important to change with the times and find new ways to dance. It could mean turning off the music and leaving at times.
I took a deep breath and got ready for the fights that were coming. With David by my side, I was sure we could get past my mother’s lies and start a new life, free from her harmful grip.
