Broken With My Mother In Law

“You will wear it on your wedding day, just like me, but of course I was a virgin when I got married, but we will pretend that you are, too. Now, about the wedding, you two will arrive in a carriage, and the driving hat will go well with the saddle, and the pigeons with ribbons will fly at that moment, at the moment of saying ‘I do’, huh? I’ve been in touch with your bridesmaid.” I was suddenly shocked by her revelation. What is this? Why should she question me with her ideas? It’s too much. I took a sip on my lemonade soda. I wanted to tell her that I don’t want that kind of wedding but to my dismay she looked like she was not going to agree with me.

“How do you know their names? Where did you get the list of my bridesmaids?”

“Oh, Donald told me. My son was generous enough to tell me about the details of your wedding. He told me about the bridesmaid you chose for your wedding. Hey, I almost forgot about your honeymoon. I think your honeymoon should be in London. London is definitely the best place for you and my son. It is also because Donald likes it very much.” Donald likes it, but it does not necessarily mean that I should like it also.

I was done listening to her so I said,

“Hey, wait, wait a moment, will you? Regarding all your plans for my wedding I decline your ideas. No, thank you, but none of this was going to happen on my wedding, not horses and carriages, not top hats, not pigeons and geese, not any other farm animals you want to use on the wedding day, and absolutely not your plans for our honeymoon.”

 Oh, I can’t stand this wedding plan. I think she just wants to screw up my wedding with Donald. It’s really annoying. She wanted to control everything. She was getting out of hand. This is my wedding and it should be mine and not hers.

“What? Oh, no, I can’t, oh, oh, oh.” After listening to my rejection, she first lifted her forehead, touched her chest, and then found something in her bag.

“What’s the matter? Oh, no, what?” What are you talking about? I can’t seem to understand. Wait. Wait.” She rummaged through her bag at random, looking for something and I couldn’t understand what she was looking at. Is it as if it was her lifeline.

“My medicine, my medicine. I have to find my medicine. Where is my medicine?!” She poured all the contents of her bag on the table, as if looking for some kind of medicine.

“Ok, ok, I’ll help you look for your medicine. But what kind of medicine are you looking for?” I looked for the medicine she needed from the items she dumped on the table. I was also starting to rummage through her things.

“Oh,” she cried. She puts her hand on her head as if feeling sick. I look at her worriedly.

“Diana, oh, no, wait, Diana, Diana, Diana! Good heavens, Diana, good heavens! What happened to you?” She shook her head unsteadily in her chair. She was also starting to get weaker and weaker. I called her several times in a row, but she suddenly fell to the ground.

“Give her some space.” A lot of people soon gathered around us making it difficult for us to breathe. Can’t they see that the person just fainted and the person needed enough space for her to breath.

“Help! Help! Help! Somebody please, help us! ” I shouted. I was panicking because I didn’t know what to do. My head went blank and all I could do now was to ask for help. I hurriedly stood and went over to help her.

“Give her some air. Please move aside. Let her breath.” “My God, is she dead?” “What happened to her?” “Did someone call for an ambulance already?” “Call the ambulance!” “Do we have any Doctor here?” People who don’t know anything are chattering around, which makes me more upset but also some of them were worried that they would start calling for help and even went looking for an available Doctor around the vicinity.

“No, please help her, she won’t die so easily. she just fainted. I just need someone to help us get her to the nearest hospital” I was still panicking but unlike a while ago my head was starting to clear. I was kneeling on her side as she lay on the ground without any movement.

Someone from the crowd managed to call 911 emergency and soon an ambulance arrived. They picked her up, gave her first aid and rushed her to the hospital. 

I was really nervous on the way to the hospital. I should have said to her nicely. I should not blurt out everything just like that. But also, I didn’t know that she would have this kind of reaction.

As soon as we arrived at the hospital the medics rushed her to the emergency room, I followed them behind. One of the doctors is attending to her, while I am waiting on the side. I was there the whole time. I wanted to make sure that she is alright so I dare not move.

After sometime the doctor finished attending to her and went to me saying,

“the patient has an anxiety disorder, it feels like a heart attack, but luckily she will be fine, but she absolutely needs to relax, don’t put pressure on her, she also said  to me that you yelled at her, that you also refused her gift, and also said she wouldn’t be allowed to make plans for his son’s  wedding because you forbid her so. Tell me it wasn’t true. Right?” 

I was shocked to hear what she said but I dare not make any comments. So, it was really my fault as to why she had a panic attack but I didn’t know about her illness. The doctor soon left and went to check on the other patient. As I was waiting at the doorstep of the ward, I saw Donald swiftly walking to me. but he just passes through me. 

He went on to her mother’s side. Looking worried he checked her all over. When he found out that her mother just fainted because of her anxiety attack he was relieved.

 After seeing his mother, he went to hug me and he comforted me that it was okay, and said that his mother told him that I did something bad to her. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“My mother told me that you did something. She said that it was your fault why she had a panic attack. What really happened? Is it true? Is true that you did bad to her?” Donald asked me in a calm tone. I was ready to face his wrath but I was wrong. He was just asking me for clarifications. I was relieved by his reaction. I thought that he would go berserk knowing that I made her mother ill.

“Oh, technically… it’s true, but, wait, I didn’t yell at her, and she kept pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, I admit I was a little devastated, but what should I do? She doesn’t want to hear a ‘no ‘answer. She wanted everything under her control.” I was a bit upset knowing that I was the cause of her panic attack but, if it weren’t for her forcing me into something I don’t like, I would not be so quick to refuse her request. It was clearly not my fault I just reacted to her. I felt that she was forcing me to let her do everything she wanted at my wedding.

“Well, you see my mother was very difficult to deal with sometimes. And you know she’s just had a tough time, so she’s kind of difficult to get along with. Please bear with her. I know it is hard but she is my mother and soon you will also be her daughter, making you her new daughter. I didn’t wasn’t to see the both of you quarreling all the time.” Donald was caressing my hair while patiently explaining to me.

“Difficult? A two-year-old child is difficult to get along with. She is like… ah. Never mind. ok. Ok. I’ll try to get along with her. For you.” Is she difficult to get along with? It’s unreasonable. I’m mad. Why should I endure this kind of torture? Did I offend someone in my past life to be in this situation? Why do I need to suffer this much in the hands of his mother?