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My MIL Demanded to Sit Between Me and Her Son at Our Wedding – She Didn’t Expect Me to Agree So Easily
From the moment I got engaged to Jake, I knew his mother, Diane, was going to be a problem. She had a habit of treating Jake like he was still a little boy who needed her constant attention. And on our wedding day, she took things to a whole new level.
As we finalized the seating arrangements for the reception, Diane made a ridiculous demand.
“I want to sit next to Jake,” she said firmly.
I blinked. “You mean, at the head table? Between me and my husband?”
“Yes,” she said, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. “I raised him. I should have the honor of sitting next to him.”
I glanced at Jake, expecting him to intervene. But he just sighed and gave me a look that said, You handle this.
So, I did.
With a sweet smile, I said, “You know what? You’re absolutely right.”
Diane’s eyes gleamed with victory—until I continued.
“You should sit next to Jake. In fact, I think you should sit directly between us the entire night.”
Her smile faltered. “Wait… what?”
I turned to the wedding planner. “Let’s have a third chair added right between us at the sweetheart table. Oh! And let’s make sure Diane is included in all our couple’s photos. We wouldn’t want to leave her out.”
Diane paled. “Well, I don’t know about that—”
“Oh, but you deserve it!” I cut in, keeping my voice sugary sweet. “I mean, you’ve been such a huge part of Jake’s life. You have to be in our first dance, our cake cutting, our romantic sunset photos. Maybe we can even get the officiant to redo our vows—just so you can stand between us at the altar.”
Diane’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Jake struggled to contain his laughter.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” she finally muttered.
I tilted my head. “Why not? It’s what you wanted, right?”
Now, she looked completely trapped. “I—I think I’ll just sit where I was originally assigned.”
I gasped in mock surprise. “Oh! Are you sure? Because I was really looking forward to you being front and center all night.”
She turned bright red, waved her hand dismissively, and stormed off.
Jake burst out laughing. “That was perfect.”
“I learned from the best,” I teased, nudging him.
Sure enough, when the wedding day arrived, Diane sat exactly where we originally placed her—far from our seats at the sweetheart table. And the best part? She never pulled another stunt like that again.
Sometimes, all it takes is giving a difficult person exactly what they ask for—but in a way they never saw coming.
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