There’s something about weddings that turns even the best of us into slightly unhinged versions of ourselves. Planning a wedding is like inviting chaos, stress, and tradition to crash the party before it even begins. Budgets balloon, expectations clash, and everyone suddenly has very strong opinions about things that never mattered before, from who sits where to whether the shade of lavender is «too purpley.» 

If no one steps in and stops things from escalating, This spiral will just keep spiraling until we reach social disaster territory. You know, basic physics. 

Which leads me to the mom at the center of today’s story, or at the outskirts of this story because the center of the story, and the whole universe is obviously her daughter.

The mom’s been watching her daughter’s wedding plans with a mix of awe, pride, and mounting panic. Mom and Dad are generously paying for most of the celebration, but one decision has her ready to step in: asking the bridal party to pay for their own rehearsal dinner.