Baby Wild Primates

I'm 30 (F)and I'm Marrying the love of my life, •Daniel. We had been together for three years when he proposed, and the wedding planning began.
But his mother, Margaret, NEVER BELIEVED I was good enough" for her son.
Throughout those three years, there was always something wrong with me.
I cooked incorrectly, I cleaned incorrectly ("not until it squeaked"), and nothing I did ever satisfied her standards.
I kept smiling through clenched teeth to maintain the peace within the family.
Then, once we started planning the wedding ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
Margaret found fault with everything: the décor, the restaurant, the menu, even the shape of the napkins.
I remained polite, attempted to compromise, and told myself it was just stress.
Margaret had two sisters Jane and Alice and Alice had two daughters, while Jane had one.
Before long, all of them stood against me. It felt like EVERY WOMAN in Daniel's family had declared war on me.
But nothing prepared me for what happened on the wedding day.
Just before the ceremony, with the church already full of guests, Margaret arrived with her sisters and nieces — ALL SIX OF THEM WEARING WHITE DRESSES.
It looked as if SIX EXTRA BRIDES had appeared.
All the guests gasped and exchanged glances.
Daniel's jaw tightened, and he seemed ready to go over and throw them out of the wedding.
Something inside me shifted. I knew EXACTLY what I had to do to end this.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and whispered:
"No. Let me handle this. •
I walked to the front, my heart pounding, and GRABBED THE MICROPHONE...To be continued in the comments