But life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them.
There was my future mother-in-law, standing in front of my closet, phone in hand, snapping photos of my dress like some kind of paparazzo.
“What are you doing?” I asked, already feeling that familiar twist in my stomach that comes with awkward family situations.
She turned around, all sweetness and smiles. You know the kind — the smile a salesperson gives you that doesn’t quite reach the eyes.
“Oh, honey, just a keepsake.
It’s such a beautiful dress; I wanted to remember it.”
It was weird, sure, but I tried to shake it off.Continue reading…