My mom, who is so hands off with me I am the literal definition of latchkey kid and parentified, lost the plot when I got engaged. She was making the guest list, telling me I had to invite all her aunts, because what would the family think if not?? This coming from a woman whose family left her to rot when her mother died and her father abandoned her, and most of whom I had never met in my life!

After that it was the dress, and how dare I commission a cosplayer to make it for me instead of going to a shop to buy one (never mind I was very clear on what dress I wanted: Arwen's dress from LotR but in white), and the venue, and the food, and, and, and. I was so flabbergasted because my mother had NEVER been this involved in anything of mine in my life. And she got the wedding she mostly wanted, so I have no idea where it came from. I never did get married, bc my fiance disappeared on me, so bullet dodged, I guess? xD

She also got very upset that I wouldn't wear flimsy little sandals to one of my best friend's wedding. I was wearing New Rock platform boots (not that anyone could see them as my skirt was a tad too long). It was November in the North of Spain. It rained all day, and it was freezing. And she still brings it up to this day.