At My Wedding My MIL Toasted, ‘To the Bride, Who Lives off Our Money!’ – I Felt H.umiliated but Then My Father Spoke Out

I met the man of my dreams on a Tuesday afternoon at the DMV.

I’d already been there three hours when a voice behind me muttered, “We’ll be cashing in 401(k)s before this line moves an inch.”

I chuckled and turned around. “Tell me about it,” I said, gesturing at the number display. “I’m pretty sure my number went backward somehow.”

He flashed me a grin that was more charming than it had any right to be in a room that smelled like stale coffee and despair.

“I’m Jason, by the way. And judging by how long we’ve both been here, I figure we might as well get acquainted.”

We talked throughout the wait. The conversation flowed so easily that I was almost disappointed when they finally called my number.

I stepped forward, but didn’t get far before Jason called out, “Wait.”

“I know this might sound crazy since we just met in government purgatory, but would you maybe want to grab coffee sometime?” He asked. “Somewhere with better snacks?”

“I’d love to,” I replied.

That first coffee date resulted in dinner, and then turned into a year filled with great conversation, laughter, and romantic evenings together. So as Jason got down on one knee in my living room, it felt like the universe had been building toward this moment all along.

“Let’s make this forever,” he said, holding out a ring.

I said yes once more — just as effortlessly as I had back at the DMV.

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