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I always imagined planning my wedding would be full of joy—quiet moments with my fiancé, choosing small details that felt like us, and celebrating with the people who mattered. I never expected any of it would be hijacked. I never expected to watch my parents get humiliated. And I definitely didn’t expect my husband to grab a microphone and change everything. My name is Hannah. I’m 31. And looking back, I should’ve known the trouble would start the moment my future mother-in-law, Patricia, learned that Ethan and I wanted a simple ceremony. We’d been together five years and always pictured…
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