My parents joined in with my first dance. It was the first time my husband (who is somewhat shy) had ever agreed to dance with me and it was special, until my parents decided to crash it and join in as well. This was not unusual, my mum tried to make the whole wedding about her and her needs, even down to wearing a white dress and having flowers in her hair like I did.

It didn’t ruin the wedding but it did make me see for the second to last time, just how self-centred and thoughtless she was. Fortunately, apart from once after our UK wedding reception (we got married overseas), I have not seen her since and my life has been infinitely better for it.