Yet the worst moment was still ahead. As we stood at the altar speaking our vows, the priest asked the familiar question: “Does anyone here object to this marriage?”

Then my mother-in-law lifted her hand.

— I object, — she declared loudly. — This is my only son, and I won’t surrender him to another woman. Son, let’s just go home, why continue this wedding?

The audience gasped, a few chuckled. My husband froze, completely speechless. I was furious inside, yet I quickly searched for a way to rescue the ceremony.