Hey, Hey Waffle gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider hit that like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Now today's first story comes from guilty balance 556. It is the story we've

covered parts of in the past, but it has got some new additional information and an update

as well. So if you do want to skip parts of the story, timestamps are always down in the

description and along the timeline below. Thank you. And it's titled, an I the A-hole for

telling my mom if she wants to plan a wedding to get remarried.

My 32 female recently started planning my wedding with my fiancé, 31 female, and my mom immediately jumped to help us plan.

I thought at first it'd be okay. If she would call vendors and venues she likes, we will give them my information, so they will call

me about a schedule time, and my mum swoops in to say, it'd be rude not to go since they

invited you. It was obvious it was her after the third time, when she wouldn't stop giggling

and admitted to calling beforehand and making appointments. I wouldn't take issue with this,

but my mum and I have wildly

different tastes. Every time me or my fiancé tell us something like how we want to have this

colour for the tablecloths or these flowers, she tell us that they look bad and will give us her

own plan. She recently showed us a massive binder of different ideas she wants us to look through.

It's exhausting. Every step she will insist on looking at her ideas and when we reject them, she'll throw a fit and tell me,

I don't love her because I ignore all her wishes.

I also want to add, I think she's had it in her head since I was a kid. She had planned my wedding.

Even before I came out and dated men, she'd was a kid, she had planned my wedding. Even before I came

out and dated men, she had commented on how excited she was for the wedding. And when I told her,

my fiancé proposed, she immediately started berating me about when we'd have the wedding so she

could help us plan it. Part of it is that when she married my dad, it was a small courthouse

affair, because she was pregnant with me

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