All I ever desired was to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom, but my efforts to ensure my son’s wedding was perfect turned into a day we’d all prefer to erase from memory.

Mark, my son, is a serious lawyer, while Alice, his fiancée, is a carefree, self-taught coder. Despite their differences, they made it work. When Mark proposed, he asked us to be there, knowing Alice’s family wasn’t close. We agreed, envisioning the perfect wedding.

James and I offered to pay for the wedding, hoping it would bring us closer to Alice. But during the planning, our differences were clear. I wanted traditional roses; Alice wanted peonies. I felt sidelined when she texted me her wedding dress choices without inviting me to shop.

Despite my financial support, Alice chose a dress I didn’t favor. I suggested another, which she initially rejected but later wore after Mark intervened. I decided to focus on my outfit and found an emerald green dress that made me feel radiant.

On the wedding day, I wore my dress, feeling confident. When I saw Alice, she burst into tears. My dress, in a different color, resembled her dream wedding dress. She accused me of making the day about me. Mark pleaded for peace.

Reflecting now, I realize I should have been more considerate of Alice’s preferences. It was her day, and my actions overshadowed it. I regret not prioritizing Alice’s happiness and Mark’s serenity.

This work draws inspiration from real events but has been fictionalized. Names, characters, and details have been altered for privacy and creativity. Similarities to real persons or events are coincidental. The author and publisher are not responsible for any misinterpretation.