I’m Margaret, 62, a woman raised on tradition and appearances. For me, weddings symbolized formality and respect. So when my son David got engaged to Emma, I was thrilled. She seemed polite, modest, and well-mannered—everything I’d hoped for in a daughter-in-law.
Emma always dressed conservatively and acted with decorum at our family dinners. I believed she shared our values. What I didn’t know was that she was carefully curating that image to gain my approval, hiding parts of herself—including her personal style and tattoos. I poured myself into planning their wedding, assuming Emma appreciated my vision. She nodded along, deferring to my choices—from the historic church to the country club reception. I thought everything was going perfectly.
