Not long ago, I was battling cancer. Months of treatment, hospital walls, chemotherapy that slowly weakened me and made me lose my hair… Until one day I heard the most important words from the doctor: “You are healthy.”

That same day, my boyfriend proposed to me. I cried tears of joy and said yes.

We started preparing for the wedding. For several weeks, I searched for the perfect dress, thought about every detail, and, in my heart, hoped that at least some hair would grow back. But in front of the mirror, I still saw my bald head. I had to find a suitable wig to feel confident.

I was worried about what people would think of my appearance. Many of the groom’s relatives knew I had health problems, but not exactly what they were, so I hoped they wouldn’t notice I was wearing a wig.

That special day finally arrived. Dressed in white, with my father by my side, the church shone with light and a calm, whispering atmosphere. Everything seemed perfect… until they arrived.

His mother-in-law. He couldn’t stand her, and he knew why. He felt he couldn’t give her children and that he should marry a “healthy” woman.

He approached silently, and suddenly I felt him rip the wig off my head. His loud, almost triumphant laughter echoed in the room.

—Look! She’s bald! I told you, but you didn’t believe me!

During the wedding, my mother-in-law approached me and ripped off my wig, revealing my bald head to all the guests; but then something unexpected happened. The church fell silent.

Some laughed, others looked away, and still others froze. I stood there, my hands covering my head, tears streaming down my face. I felt shame, pain, humiliation. My father hugged me, trying to comfort me, but I could feel his hand trembling.

And then something happened that I didn’t expect, and my mother-in-law deeply regretted what she had done from the beginning.

My husband did something I expected.

“Mom,” she said firmly, “you’re leaving the wedding right now.”

At the ceremony, my mother-in-law ripped off my wig; then something happened that no one saw coming. – The Best Recipes in History

My mother-in-law tried to answer, but contradicted herself:

—You don’t respect my decisions or my family. I’m willing to give everything for them. And don’t forget that you suffered a lot too, and Dad still loved you.

The church was utterly silent. The mother-in-law, pale, turned to her left, wiping away her tears. The guests murmured; some surprised, others astonished.

And my husband simply took my hand and whispered:

— Everything’s going to be alright, okay? We’re in this together.