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Much love guys. Now, today's first story comes from 1273 Rockafella

who says, I'm I the asshole for telling my mother-in-law, I pay for my wedding myself if she can't

respect my few wishes. I-25 male will be marrying my fiancéée G 25 female later on this year.

I proposed her a little bit before Christmas and we're aiming for a November wedding.

G has two older brothers, only one of which has gotten married.

And for one reason or another, my mother-in-law, 68 female, was not involved in the planning of the wedding

at all. She was pretty hurt over this, says she always wanted to help plan her children's

weddings. So when we got engaged, she offered to pay for most of the wedding, and in return,

we agreed to let her help with the planning. In my mind, as long as I'm marrying G, I'm happy,

so I was okay with this. The only thing I'm

really sticking to that I refuse to change is what I'm wearing. My mother died when I was very

young and she was the daughter of first generation Scottish immigrants. My grandparents moved

from the north of Scotland in the 60s and my mother was brought up learning about her parents' culture. Since she died, I decided I wanted to wear her family's kilt when I got

married. I talked about this with my fiancé before we got engaged because it is an unorthodox

idea, that she thought it was sweet and liked the idea. A few days ago my mother-in-law came up to me and told me I'd have to wear a more traditional

tux instead of a kilt.

When I asked her why, she said it went against the view she had of G's wedding, and that

the colors of my mother's tartan clash with the colors she had chosen for the wedding.

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