I Caused Yelling & Crying at My Boyfriend’s Mom’s Birthday Because She Kept Calling Me by the Wrong Name

Now, Todd and Emma had been together since childhood, and she was so close to him that she was regarded as part of his family. When they broke up two years before Todd and I hooked up, he wasn’t the only person who struggled with it.

His mother, Tammy, built a strong bond with Laura and even regarded her as a daughter. I think she thought they’d be together forever and was even hoping they’d get married and start a family.

So, at first, Todd’s mother called me by his ex’s name once in a while but mostly used my correct name. I kind of brushed it off for a while because I didn’t want to make a big deal about it and wanted to fit in and be liked.

I also understood how Tammy felt and wanted to give her time to grieve for the relationship she’d wished for her son.

I believed it was a habit she’d outgrow as time went by.

However, years into our relationship, she then started calling me Laura, Todd’s ex’s name, instead of Leylah, all the time. On numerous occasions, Todd called her out for using the wrong name with me and corrected her, but she just wouldn’t stop.

Weeks before Tammy’s 60th birthday, she gathered the whole family and asked everyone to bring some food to her birthday party. Todd and I were also invited to this gathering, which included his two sisters and his brother-in-law (BIL).

At one point, I was in the kitchen with Tammy, her daughters, and the BIL when one of the siblings mentioned my cooking. “Todd says you make mean meals and desserts, according to my husband here?” the oldest sister mentioned.

Blushing, I replied jokingly, “I do dabble here and there, and I think Todd just speaks highly about my kitchen prowess because he’s biased.” Once she heard this, Tammy quickly turned to me and loudly said:

“Why don’t we let Laura make the birthday cake this year?”

Todd’s sisters giggled at the mention of their brother’s ex’s name being used to address me but tried to hide their glee. I feigned excitement, pretending not to notice the slight, and said, “That’s a great idea!” but I planned to teach her a lesson instead and didn’t bother telling my boyfriend about what happened.

As the birthday celebration progressed, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation for the dessert finale. Everyone’s excitement was palpable, a collective craving for sweetness after the savory feast. The moment the subject of the birthday cake arose, I seized my opportunity.

So, on her birthday, there was yelling and crying because when I was questioned about making the dessert, I exclaimed with exaggerated surprise, “Ah, the birthday cake!” Pretending to be confused, I added:

“I was so looking forward to tasting Laura’s famous baking. Wasn’t she bringing the cake?”

Confusion swirled around the room like a sudden storm. My boyfriend’s mother, her face a mask of disbelief, sputtered, “What do you mean, Laura? You were supposed to make the cake, Leylah!”

My boyfriend, caught in the crossfire of emotions, managed a hesitant chuckle, “Mom, I think there’s been a bit of a mix-up. Maybe Laura got stuck in traffic?”

His attempt to diffuse the tension only stoked the flames higher.

Todd’s younger sister, ever the peacemaker, tried to salvage the situation. “Well, maybe we can all just enjoy some ice cream from the freezer? There’s always a solution, right?”

But Tammy wasn’t having any of it. Her voice rose, a mixture of frustration and disbelief, “This is unbelievable! A birthday without a cake is like a summer without sun! Leylah, how could you?”

I stood my ground, my voice calm yet firm. “I was under the impression that ‘Laura’ was in charge of the cake. After all, that’s who you’ve been excited to see today, isn’t it?”

The room fell into a stunned silence, the tension thick enough to slice.

After more yelling and some people crying, Todd and I then got kicked out! As we were making our way out, ushered by Tammy, my boyfriend’s uncle, who’d been quietly observing the drama unfold, let out a hearty laugh that broke the ice, saying:

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to call this the birthday that Laura forgot! Let’s not let a cake—or the lack thereof—ruin a perfectly good party.”

The laughter that followed was reluctant at first, but soon the absurdity of the situation took over, and the room filled with a lighter, more jovial atmosphere. Todd’s mother, while still visibly upset, managed a small smile, perhaps finally seeing the humor in the situation—or at least recognizing the futility of holding onto anger.

Todd is so angry with me that he hasn’t talked to me since! I think I might have gone too far, and our relationship might be over. The drive home with him was filled with contemplation and quiet as we individually played back the evening’s unexpected turn of events.

“You certainly made this a birthday to remember,” was one of the very last things my boyfriend said to me as he drove us home.

Reflecting on the incident, it was clear that while my actions might have stirred the pot, I still don’t think I did anything wrong! What do you, dear reader, think? How would you have handled such disrespect from the family of the man you love?

If that story had you shocked and felt unexpected, it has nothing on the following one:

Alright, grab your popcorn and buckle up, folks, because have I got a story for you! Picture this: a woman, kind-hearted and lovely, finds herself in a classic love story with a twist—her partner’s family could easily win the “Worst Welcoming Committee” award. Why, you ask? Simply because our heroine didn’t come from a pile of money, and apparently, love can’t buy you a spot at their dinner table.

Our leading lady’s then-boyfriend (now husband, spoiler alert!) had a family straight out of a drama series. The mother-in-law (MIL) and her sidekicks, sister-in-law (SIL) and brother-in-law (BIL), were not fans of our star. Their reason? She didn’t swim in cash like they did.

Despite everyone else singing her praises, this family was on a mission to make her life a modern-day Cinderella story, minus the fairy godmother.

The drama unfolds with the family creating fake online accounts just to spread mean gossip about her! When confronted, they played the innocence card. It escalated to the point where the BIL tried to pay her to leave his brother—talk about a low blow!

Fast forward to the engagement, and the MIL pulled a stunt worthy of an award, FAKING A HEART ATTACK to try and split the couple! When that didn’t work, she and her villain squad decided to skip the wedding. But oh, they didn’t stop there!

They plotted a scene straight out of a movie, paying henchmen to ruin the bride’s dress with red paint, making everyone gasp in horror, thinking it was blood!

But here’s where our heroine shines—she didn’t let this debacle ruin her big day, proving that love triumphs over all! The wedding was a hit, even with a brief interruption by the police, thanks to yet another dastardly deed by the groom’s family.

Post-wedding, the town rallied around our couple, showing the MIL and her minions that karma’s a real thing! Despite their denials and taking twisted pleasure in their actions, the groom’s family faced the music. Even the FIL joined in the drama, firing the groom from the family business, only for the groom’s supportive uncles to come to the rescue.

In the end, love and resilience shone brightly, proving that no amount of scheming can overshadow true kindness and strength.

Source: Amomama