They had a long-standing family tradition: after the wedding, the groom would carry the bride from the church to her home. All the guests knew about this tradition, and the bride had been anxiously awaiting this moment since the morning—it seemed the most touching, the most important to her.
When the ceremony ended and the last guests had left the church, the bride and groom appeared at the door. She stood nearby, smiling, slowly raising her arms, expecting him to come up to her, lift her up, and for this moment to be the beginning of their new life.
But things went differently.
The groom turned abruptly not to her, but to his mother. She stood a little to the side, happy and moved. And suddenly, in front of everyone, he scooped his mother up in his arms—the way he would carry his wife.
They laughed, posed for the guests, the mother hugged her son around the neck, and the groom looked completely pleased with himself.
And the bride stood motionless. Her smile slowly faded, her eyes widened in shock. She felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her. The guests fell silent—literally in an instant. What everyone saw was a clear violation of tradition and a direct humiliation of the bride.
She could barely hold back the tears and anger rising inside.
“What are you doing?… This is our wedding,” she whispered, almost breaking down.
The groom merely shrugged:
“And this is my mother. And she’s more important to me than anyone.”
The bride felt her insides sink. And in that moment, she already decided what she would do next… All the guests were shocked by her actions 😱😢
The bride felt her hands tremble. Why did he do that? In front of everyone? At the most important moment? She felt humiliated, as if she’d simply been pushed aside.
The guests stood silently, exchanging glances. Several women covered their mouths with their hands. Someone whispered, “You can’t do this…”
The groom was still holding his mother in his arms, laughing as if enjoying the attention. He didn’t even glance at his wife.
The bride approached, slowly, so he would finally notice her. Her voice was quiet, but it instantly dampened the groom’s laughter.
“If you think I have to endure everything… you’re mistaken.”
She removed her wedding ring from her finger—right there, in front of the guests—and dropped it onto the grass.
The guests gasped. The groom sat up, as if only now realizing how far he’d gone.
“What are you doing?!” he cried, trying to free his hands, but he couldn’t drop his mother.
“I’m drawing conclusions,” she said calmly. “If on the very first day of marriage you put me below everyone… it’s only going to get worse.”
She turned and walked away, leaving everyone completely stunned.
The groom finally set his mother down and rushed after her, but the guests blocked his path. Some women even stood in front of him, shaking their heads.
“You ruined everything yourself,” said one.
“A husband doesn’t do that,” added another.
And the bride left. She knew one thing: it was better to leave now than to spend the rest of her life with such a man.
