I bought the refrigerator, washing machine, television, dining set, bedroom furniture, and an expensive leather living-room set Mrs. Gertrude had personally chosen.
Altogether, I had put more than $70,000 of my savings into that property.
And now I wasn’t even allowed through the gate.
I searched for Brandon.
Surely this was the moment he would finally stand beside me.
He pulled me a few steps away from everyone.
“Savannah, please don’t turn this into something bigger than it needs to be.”
I stared at him.
“Bigger? Your mother locked me outside on our wedding day.”
“Just wait a little while.”
He lowered his voice.
“You know how she is.”
“And you’re going to allow this?”
Brandon glanced nervously at the neighbors gathering along the street.
“I work for the city. I can’t afford a public scene.”
Then he added,
“My mother has high blood pressure. What if she gets upset and something happens?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Then he said the sentence that ended everything for me.
“A good wife has to learn how to adjust to her husband’s family.”
He walked away.
No discussion.
No apology.
Nothing.
A few minutes later, he was standing with his groomsmen, smoking as though his bride weren’t being publicly humiliated outside his mother’s gate.
