Woman Says Her Mother-in-Law Lied About Taking Flowers Home After Her Wedding
A newlywed woman found out that her mother-in-law had secretly kept most of the flowers from her wedding
In a Mumsnet post, she recalled her mother-in-law saying that she "forgot" the flowers were in her home
"I can't help but be so angry at her for keeping all my flowers," the woman said, after admitting she had plans for the bloomsA woman is on the verge of arguing with her mother-in-law, less than a week after marrying into the family.
Venting about the situation on the online forum Mumsnet, the woman explained that her wedding organizer gave her in-laws all of the flowers that were at her wedding to take home when the reception venue had to be cleared.
'Bridal bouquet, 5 bridesmaids, flower girl and table decor. Plus 2 bags of leftover decor,' she wrote, listing the booms. 'The next morning, I went to collect everything from their house and my MIL [mother-in-law] only gave me 2 bags of decor and no flowers.
'I asked her, 'Is this all you have?' the woman recalled. 'I wonder where all my flowers have gone. She said, 'I don't know, I only have these 2 bags of decorations.' '
The woman said that five days later, she returned to her in-laws' house because she had to pick up her father-in-law's suit.
She was left in shock when she spotted all of her flowers had been arranged around their home in as many as eight vases.
'By this time they were all dying,' the woman said of the flowers, before adding that her mother-in-law 'claimed she forgot she had them.'
She continued, 'I really wanted to do something special with the bouquet, and I can't help but be so angry at her for keeping all my flowers and not saying a word to me, whilst I'm thinking they have been lost.
'AIBU [am I being unreasonable] for being upset?' the woman asked. 'I don't plan on having a massive argument, I'd really like to bring it up and let her know she's hurt me.'
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Responses to the post sympathized with the woman and shared their advice on how she should handle the situation.
Many advised her to get her husband to confront his mom, while others warned that ignoring the situation could lead to more issues in the future.
'Absolutely, say something,' one person commented. 'Lots of brides do things with their bouquets. I was a bridesmaid 35 years ago and the bride had her bouquet dried and framed. Your MIL was out of order, bare-faced lying.
'I would suggest she orders a replacement bouquet for you to do what you were planning to do.'
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Another said, 'Blimey! That's horrible! And done deliberately, too. How could she possibly 'forget' a house full of flowers that weren't actually hers?? I was given about 4 bouquets for my 50th birthday - and I certainly didn't 'forget' seeing them from morning to night!
'I think you'll have your hands full with this woman if you don't make your boundaries very very clear from the start,' the same person continued. 'What on earth was she trying to achieve? Bizarre and unpleasant thing to do.'
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