My husband’s children hate me. They always have and always will, but thankfully my husband took my side when he saw how cruel they were to me. It taught them a valuable lesson, which eventually made them apologize and rebuild our relationship.

My husband, Jack, is a father of three children over the age of 21. I was devastated when I met him, two years after his wife passed away. He became a father at a young age and, sadly, was widowed within a few years as well. About a year after we met, he introduced me to his children, and we did not get along at all.

I understood why they were wary of my relationship with their father, who is ten years younger than me. He is 43 and I am 53. We have known each other for over nine years and have been engaged for four. Throughout the stages of our relationship, not once did their children make me feel accepted.

I didn’t move in with his family until all of his children had left home. When it was finally time for me to move out, I had fewer interactions with them as they left for college. Still, whenever we were together, they would talk about their mother and make me feel like an intruder in their family. And that was despite me telling them that I wasn’t trying to replace their mother.

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When Jack proposed to me, his children started to disrespect me even more, but behind Jack’s back. I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want them to argue. I was well aware that his family had already been through a lot, especially Jack, who had to raise his children single-handedly for years.

Jack felt he had to fill the void left by his mother. So he worked twice as hard to provide his children with a life of luxury, even after they left home.

Anyway, a few weeks ago we had our wedding. It was a small civil ceremony and her children did not attend, claiming that they all had other important commitments. Since it was a small event, we didn’t mind. We decided to go all out and spend more on our honeymoon, which we took to the Bahamas.

Two days after we landed, ALL of his kids showed up. “Dad, we missed you so much!” they said. Another whispered in my ear, “You thought you were rid of US, huh?” Although we were surprised by their arrival, we toured them and showed them our villa. I tried to be nice and ordered them some snacks. Meanwhile, Jack got drinks for everyone.

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I never thought they would ruin my honeymoon, but I almost fell over when one of their sons said to me: “You 58-year-old man! Do you still want a fairy tale? This house is too luxurious for you. We’ll keep this one, and you can have that little bungalow.”

I said calmly, “Guys, please don’t ruin this for your father and me. Please let us enjoy this honeymoon and don’t make a scene. I beg you.”

“We will never give you a token of happiness. You don’t deserve our father and you certainly don’t deserve this luxurious villa. So get out,” one of them replied.

And then we heard glass crash to the floor; Jack was standing a few feet from the door, purple with rage.

“Are you kidding me?” he shouted. It was a voice he had never heard before; a voice so angry that it stunned his children into silence.

“I’ve given them everything, I’ve supported them financially, and this is how they repay me? By disrespecting my wife? And on our honeymoon, no less,” Jack exclaimed.

They started to stammer out excuses, but Jack cut them off. “Enough! I’m fed up with your demands. Do you think you can come here and demand whatever you want? Did you really think I didn’t know about your behavior with my wife? I turned a blind eye, waiting for you to change every time. This stops now.”

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He pulled out his phone and made a call. Within minutes, the villa’s security arrived. “Take them out. They’re not welcome here anymore,” he said.

The security guards took his children away, their faces shocked and humiliated. They protested, but Jack stood firm. “You will never disrespect my wife or me again. Consider this a lesson in respect and a wake-up call,” he added, before telling them he would also cut up all their credit cards.

Jack wasted no time. He immediately called the bank and cut off their financial aid, forcing them to fend for themselves for the first time. He made it clear to them that their behavior had consequences and that they needed to learn to be responsible and respectful.

The next few months were tough. For many years, they had relied on their credit cards to enjoy life. Without them, they struggled, but eventually they began to understand the value of hard work and respect.

One afternoon, we received a joint call from all of his children. “Dad, I’m sorry,” they all said, their voices filled with genuine remorse. “We made a mistake. Can we start over?”

Jack looked at me, tears in his eyes. “Of course,” he replied, his voice breaking. “We can always start over.”

And so, slowly but surely, they rebuilt their relationship. Jack’s decisive actions during our honeymoon not only protected our special time, but also taught his children a lesson they would never forget. It was tough, but it brought us all closer together in the end.

Jack’s children aren’t the only ones who learned a lesson after a wedding. One bride’s mother also learned a valuable lesson after her daughter got married.

My Narcissistic Mother Made My Wedding Revolve Around Her – When She Insisted on Displaying Her Portrait,

I Broke Up
I’ve never been one to go against my parents’ wishes. Growing up, I was always the good girl, the one who did everything she could to make them happy. My mother, especially, loved being in control of everything, from my birthday parties to my graduation dinners. Sometimes, it felt like she was the one who was turning another year older or receiving a diploma.

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But my wedding day was different. It was a day I wanted to be completely mine, without my mother’s interference. Of course, that didn’t last long. It started with her insisting that I wear her veil, the same one she wore when she married my father.

To be honest, I didn’t mind. The veil was a family tradition, beautiful and intricately detailed, and had been made and improved with each generation. I was glad to wear it on my special day.

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However, as the wedding preparations progressed, my mother tried to control every little decision. A few days before the wedding, I sent her a photo of a memorial table I had set up for my late cousin and my father.

My cousin was like the older brother I never had, and my father treated him like a son. We were very close, and losing them both was devastating. I loved the idea of ​​having a table to honor them because it broke my heart that they couldn’t be there.

When my mother saw the photo, she was frightened. She was upset that she wasn’t included in it. She insisted that I put a portrait of herself on the table as well.

“That’s literally a table for the fallen. It’s a military tradition,” I tried to explain. “It’s to commemorate those who have passed away and can’t be at my wedding.”

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“You should be proud of me too!” she replied. “It’s disrespectful and selfish of you to exclude me. If you don’t put my portrait there, I won’t attend your wedding.”

Her words hurt me. I couldn’t believe that she made everything revolve around her. That’s when I decided to show her what selfishness really looked like. After our heated back-and-forth, I decided to set up another memorial table just for her.

I printed out a framed photo of my mother, just as she had requested. Next to it, I added another photo: a screenshot of our text conversation in which she insisted that her portrait be displayed and threatened not to come if I didn’t comply. Instead of the “I wish they were here” sign she had on the actual memorial table, I wrote “You wished you were here,” to teach her a real lesson.

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