The moment I saw the photo in the family group chat, I couldn’t believe in my eyes. There was my mother-in-law, Doreen, standing proudly in a wedding dress — full veil, bouquet, the whole deal. I almost dropped my phone. She was planning to get married? At 70? And to someone she’d only known for a few months at the nursing home? Was this some kind of late-life crisis?
“Can you believe this?” I murmured to my husband, Jake, holding out the phone.
“Good for her.” He glanced at the screen and shrugged.
“Good for her?” I echoed, incredulous. “She’s 70, Jake. Seventy! Isn’t this a bit…ridiculous? And where’s all this wedding money coming from? Shouldn’t she be saving for the grandkids?”
Jake frowned but didn’t respond, turning back to the game he was watching. That only made me more annoyed.
The next morning, I was still fuming as I scrolled through the chat. More pictures of Doreen and her fiancé, Frank, filled the thread. They were holding hands, laughing, even trying on matching sneakers at what looked like a mall.
I couldn’t get over how absurd this seemed. A wedding? At her age? It felt… indulgent. Shouldn’t she be concentrating on her health or spending time with family instead of prancing around in a wedding dress?
I decided to vent to my sister, Carla.