{"id":7211,"date":"2025-01-03T17:44:34","date_gmt":"2025-01-03T17:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/?p=7211"},"modified":"2025-01-03T17:44:35","modified_gmt":"2025-01-03T17:44:35","slug":"my-mil-is-getting-married-at-70","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/my-mil-is-getting-married-at-70\/","title":{"rendered":"My MIL is getting married at 70"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
I couldn\u2019t believe my eyes when I saw the photo pop up in the family group chat. My mother-in-law, Doreen, stood beaming in a wedding dress \u2014 full veil, bouquet, the works. I nearly dropped my phone. At 70, she was planning to get married? And to someone she\u2019d only met a few months ago at the nursing home? Was this some sort of late-life crisis?\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you believe this?\u201d I muttered to my husband, Jake, holding the phone out to him.\n\n\n\n
He glanced at the screen and shrugged. \u201cGood for her.\u201d\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood for her?\u201d I repeated, incredulous. \u201cShe\u2019s 70, Jake. Seventy! Isn\u2019t this a little\u2026ridiculous? And where\u2019s all this wedding money coming from? Shouldn\u2019t she be saving for the grandkids?\u201d\n\n\n\n
Jake frowned but didn\u2019t reply, returning his attention to the game he was watching. That only fueled my irritation.\n\n\n\n
The next morning, I was still fuming as I scrolled through the chat. More pictures of Doreen and her fianc\u00e9, Frank, filled the feed. They were holding hands, laughing, and even trying on matching sneakers at what looked like a mall.\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t shake the thought that this was absurd. A wedding? At her age? It felt\u2026 indulgent. Shouldn\u2019t she be focusing on her health or spending time with the family instead of prancing around in a wedding dress?\n\n\n\n
I decided to vent to my sister, Carla.\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you believe Doreen\u2019s getting married at 70?\u201d I huffed, pacing the kitchen while on the phone. \u201cShe\u2019s throwing some big wedding too! She could\u2019ve just done something small if she had to, but no, it\u2019s gotta be a whole event.\u201d\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy are you so worked up about this?\u201d Carla asked. \u201cHonestly, I think it\u2019s kind of sweet. Everyone deserves to be happy, no matter their age.\u201d\n\n\n\n
\u201cSweet?\u201d I scoffed. \u201cIt\u2019s embarrassing! Imagine her walking down the aisle in a puffed-up white dress like some 20-something bride. It\u2019s cringeworthy!\u201d\n\n\n\n
Carla sighed. \u201cOr maybe it\u2019s brave. Do you know how many people her age stop living and just exist? If she\u2019s found someone who makes her happy, why shouldn\u2019t she celebrate?\u201d\n\n\n\n
Her words stopped me in my tracks, but I wasn\u2019t ready to give up my indignation just yet.\n\n\n\n
Later that week, Jake asked me to accompany him to Doreen\u2019s nursing home. They were holding a small engagement celebration, and he wanted me there. I reluctantly agreed, already picturing the cringe-worthy speeches and Doreen\u2019s over-the-top excitement.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"