But the worst happened.

For the ceremony, my mother-in-law showed up in a long white dress. In white! A dress that would have suited a real bride better. At one point, she literally tore the bouquet from my hands and proudly stood next to me, as if all attention should be on her. I struggled to hold back my tears and categorically refused to be photographed next to her.

Yet the most terrible moment came later. When we were at the altar reciting our vows, the priest asked the famous question: “Is there anyone who objects to this union?”

Then my mother-in-law raised her hand.