Before she even became my mother-in-law, Diane was a thorn in my side. Little did I know how far she was willing to take her disrespect until my wedding day came. Luckily, I had the support of someone very close, who taught Diane a lesson she NEVER forgot!
When I first met my mother-in-law (MIL), Diane, 45, she immediately saw me as her competition. Everything I did, she had to do better. From cooking to fashion, and even in getting my husband’s attention, Diane always tried to outshine me! It was exhausting but manageable until my wedding planning began.
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Before my husband and I tied the knot, Diane got married for the second time and it was a modest celebration. She and her new husband didn’t have much saved, so they had a small, intimate ceremony.
Despite its simplicity, my MIL acted as though it was the GRANDEST wedding ever!
When my fiancé, Barry, and I started planning our wedding, she repeatedly urged us to keep it “cheap!” But Barry and I had enough saved and wanted to celebrate our love in a big way.
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So, we politely declined her advice and moved forward with our dream wedding.
But Diane’s attempts to control our wedding were RELENTLESS. She tried influencing every decision and had opinions on everything: the venue, the guest list, the menu, the cake, and even my dress!
Every suggestion was a push towards what SHE wanted. For instance, when I showed her my dream dress, a STUNNING lace gown with intricate beadwork, she scoffed! “A SIMPLER dress would be more elegant. This one is too flashy,” she said.
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I smiled and nodded but knew I wasn’t going to change a thing! I easily put her in her place and shut her suggestions down.
When the day of the wedding arrived, I was filled with joy and anticipation!
But my excitement was quickly dampened when Diane showed up in a WHITE dress! It was a full-on bridal gown! I couldn’t believe her audacity! But instead of letting it ruin my day, I just smirked. She wasn’t going to get under MY skin!
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During the reception, just a few moments after we exchanged vows, my sister and bridesmaid, Liz, approached me with a concerned look. “Amelia,” she said, “I overheard Diane talking to her husband. She said, ‘Right before their first dance, I’ll announce my pregnancy. That’ll definitely outshine her today!’”
I felt my stomach drop before I lost it! “How could she be so selfish? My wedding day is supposed to be about Barry and me, not her!” I vented.
Seeing the distress on my face, Liz took my hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry. I have a plan. If you’re okay with it, I’ll take care of everything.”
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Trusting Liz completely, I nodded, giving her the green light. We both watched Diane move towards the stage where the microphone was. But as she was about to take the mic, Liz swiftly intercepted her! She grabbed it first before turning and smiling at the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liz began, her voice clear and confident. “I have a special announcement to make. Amelia just asked me to share some wonderful news! I’m thrilled to announce that I’m pregnant, and the bride is going to be a GODMOTHER and an AUNTIE!”
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The room erupted in applause and cheers. Diane stood frozen, her face pale with shock. Liz walked over to me and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes.
My MIL forced a smile as she approached us, trying hard to keep her composure. “Oh, that’s… wonderful news,” she said, her voice strained.
Liz leaned in close to Diane and whispered, “Did you really think you could steal her moment?”
Diane’s eyes narrowed, but she tried to brush it off. “Well, congratulations to you too, Liz. But I STILL have an announcement!”
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Liz didn’t back down. She stepped forward again and addressed the guests, saying, “Today is about Amelia and Barry. If anyone can’t respect that, they might want to reconsider what they’re about to do.” She smiled as she spoke.
The guests, sensing the tension, remained silent, their eyes shifting between Diane and Liz. My MIL’s façade cracked for a moment, revealing her true feelings, but she quickly recovered and nodded reluctantly, forcing a smile.
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“Well, it should be about ME! I’m the matriarch of this family, and everything revolves around me!” my MIL said to Liz off-stage.
I couldn’t stay silent any longer. I stepped forward and faced Diane. “Mother, you lost your moment when you showed up in all white and tried to ruin our wedding by announcing your pregnancy behind my back. This day ISN’T about YOU, so respect that!”
Diane sneered, her lips curling in disdain. “Respect works both ways, Amelia!”
“Exactly,” I replied. “And today, respect means letting Barry and me have our moment!”
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The tension was palpable, but Diane finally stepped back, conceding defeat. I smiled at the guests and waved, showing them that everything was fine. This seemed to calm their nerves as they continued enjoying the day.
Having seen all the drama, my husband rushed over. “What’s going on here?” he asked.
His mother opened her mouth to say something, but Liz came to the rescue again! She cut my MIL off and said, “Nothing’s wrong, Barry. Your mother was just asking for some clarity about giving a speech congratulating you two.”
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“We’ve sorted it all out, and she’s decided to congratulate you two privately, after your honeymoon,” Liz continued. She gave Diane a sharp look that clearly conveyed, “If you go against what I just said, your son will know the truth, and you might lose him over it.”
Catching Liz’s warning, for the first time, I saw my MIL falter. She looked down, then turned to her son and said, “Liz is absolutely right! I’ve decided it’s best to keep the focus on you two.”
“What I have to say can wait. Besides, I realized it’s a personal message that I want to share with just the two of you,” she added.
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Touched by his mother’s words, Barry stepped in to hug her. “I knew you always wanted what was best for me and Amelia. I’m so glad to see you’re finally warming up to our union,” he said.
“Of course, Barry! I even apologized for wearing all white. I thought it would be nice to match with my daughter-in-law, but I forgot that I should have asked first,” Diane lied, smiling.
I let her have it because Liz and I had already won, so there was no need to stir things up again.
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The evening continued without further interruptions, and the tension slowly dissipated as we enjoyed the celebration. Reflecting on the day, I realized how important it was to stand up for myself and set boundaries, even with family.
Thanks to Liz’s quick thinking and unwavering support, we were able to preserve the joy of our special day. As the night drew to a close, Barry and I shared a quiet moment, watching our guests dance and laugh. “We did it,” my husband said, squeezing my hands.
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“Yes, we did,” I agreed, leaning into him. “And we did it OUR way.”
Life after the wedding gradually settled into a comfortable routine. Barry and I moved into our new home, a cozy little house with a white picket fence and a yard big enough for the dog we planned to adopt.
We were eager to start our lives together, unencumbered by the drama that had plagued our wedding day.
Yet, Diane’s influence lingered like a shadow.
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Although she had somewhat apologized, she still found subtle ways to insert herself into our lives. There was the time she showed up unannounced with a brand-new set of kitchen appliances, insisting that ours were outdated.
“These will make your life so much easier,” she said, her smile as tight as the grip she had on the boxes.
I thanked her politely.
As time went on, Diane’s behavior began to change. She was still herself, but there was a noticeable effort to respect our space and decisions. She even started asking for our opinions before making decisions that involved us.
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On the day our baby was born, my MIL was at the hospital, waiting anxiously with the rest of our family. When Barry and I finally introduced her to her granddaughter, I saw tears in her eyes. “She’s beautiful,” Diane whispered, gently cradling the baby. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this.”
At that moment, I felt a deep sense of peace. My journey with my mother-in-law had been tumultuous, but it had brought us to a place of mutual respect and understanding. Our family was stronger because of it.
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As we settled into life as new parents, the lessons we learned about setting boundaries and standing up for ourselves continued to guide us. Diane’s transformation wasn’t perfect, and there were still moments of tension, but we navigated them together, knowing we had the strength to overcome any obstacle.
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Meg Foster was the movie star whose sky blue eyes drove people wild – sit down before seeing her today, 76
That we are all destined to grow old and grey is an immutable fact of life (for now, at least, who knows what the future holds with regards to technology and science).
It doesn’t matter how much money we have, how strictly we control our diet or exercise, how much sleep we get, or what we do for a living… sure, we might age differently, but in the end we’re all headed in the same direction. It’s basic biology, and not something we can do too much about.
Which is why it’s somewhat amusing that we can still be shocked when we see the hand of Father Time working its magic. Perhaps you haven’t seen someone for years, only to be taken back by how much they’ve aged? Or you spot an old movie star you remember from your childhood, only now their hair is white, their youthful exuberance gone.
It’s an interesting thing actually, the way celebrities age. Their appearances change as they get older – just as with any human being – only their path to old age is documented for the whole world to see. Be it from film to film, red carpet to red carpet, they leave a trail one can literally follow with their finger.
Now, time for today’s not-so-subtle segway: who remembers Meg Foster?
Of course you do! With her captivating, icy blue eyes, piercing gaze and raw beauty, how could you not? The American actress made her acting debut alongside Michael Douglas in Adam at 6am (1970), going on to star in numerous projects including The Six Million Dollar Man, Bonanza, The Twilight Zone and Murder, She Wrote.
Once a burgeoning talent and in-demand actress, Foster’s star has steadily shrunk from the limelight in the last two decades. These days she looks virtually unrecognizable from the woman who Mademoiselle magazine said had “the eyes of 1979”.
I mean, that’s hardly a surprise given that she’s now 76 years old, but it appears that people on the internet simply can’t grasp just how much she’s changed. We’ll be honest, some of the comments to be found are borderline cruel, while others simply reinforce the idea that the actress looks nothing like she did.
That said, we think that her decision to age naturally – without resorting to the plastic surgery that has become so commonplace in the film and TV industry – should be commended, not lambasted.
In any case, Foster continues to work within film and TV, as well as reportedly breeding horses from a large range which she owns by herself.
Do you remember Meg Foster? What do you think to how she looks now? Let us know in the comments.
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