My New DIL Screamed, ‘He’s Not My Child!’ and Forbidden My Grandson from the Wedding Photos—So I Stepped in to Show Everyone Who She Really Is
Wendy made it obvious my grandson wasn’t welcome, not at her wedding, not in her home, and not in her life. My son accompanied it, but I didn’t. I kept smiling, played the doting mother-in-law, and waited for the right moment to display everyone exactly what kind of woman he married.
I remember the first time I met Wendy.
It was brunch at a pretentious café with concrete walls, loud cutlery, and food that looked better than it tasted. She arrived ten minutes late in a crisp cream blazer and didn’t apologize. She addressed me with a handshake instead of a hug and didn’t once ask how I was.
My son Matthew couldn’t stop smiling. I watched him study her face as she talked about gallery openings and houseplants and something called “intentional design.”
She was glossy, sharp, and ambitious.
But she never once asked about Alex, my grandson, and Matthew’s little boy from his first marriage. He was five at the time and had been living with me ever since his mother passed.
Her lack of care, inquiry, or even mention of him disturbed me.
When Matthew told me they were getting married, my first instinct wasn’t joy, it was a question, “Why doesn’t she ever spend time with Alex?”
There was a hesitate and a flicker of something in his eyes but then he said, “She’s… changing. It’s a process.”
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