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TIFU by Not Making Enough Money Before My Wedding

So, I'm 28M and my fiancée, let's call her Jane, is 27F. We've been together for five years and recently got engaged. Jane is amazing, and we've always been there for each other. But my life hasn't been easy. I come from a pretty rough background. My parents were never really around, and I basically raised my younger brother while trying to keep our heads above water.

I worked multiple jobs during high school and barely graduated. College was out of the question, so I just kept grinding. I eventually found a stable job in a warehouse, worked my way up to supervisor, and saved every penny I could. It wasn't glamorous, but it was honest work.

When I met Jane, things started looking up. She's the light of my life, and we've been dreaming about our future together. But her parents... they are something else. They come from money, like serious money, and they've never been subtle about their disapproval of me. I'm not "financially stable" enough for their daughter, apparently.

Fast forward to our engagement. Jane and I were thrilled, but her parents were less than enthusiastic. They insisted on paying for the wedding, which at first seemed like a generous offer, but quickly turned into a nightmare.

The wedding planning became a series of endless demands and impossible standards. Jane's mom, who I'll call Mrs. Perfection, had a vision, and it didn't include any input from me or even Jane. Every decision had to go through her, and every choice I made was criticized. The venue, the food, even the color of the napkins – nothing was good enough.

Things hit a breaking point when Mrs. Perfection insisted on a prenup. Jane was furious, but I kind of understood where they were coming from, given my financial situation. However, it wasn't just about the prenup. It was the way they did it. They cornered me at a family dinner, in front of everyone, and handed me the papers like I was some gold-digging loser.

Jane stood up for me, and we left that dinner in a hurry. But the damage was done. I started doubting myself, wondering if I was really good enough for her. I tried to talk to her parents, to explain that I loved Jane and would do anything for her, but they wouldn't listen. They just kept pointing out how little I had compared to their daughter.

Despite all this, Jane and I pushed forward. The wedding day finally arrived, and I hoped it would be the start of a new chapter. But drama followed us right to the altar.

Jane's parents were visibly displeased throughout the ceremony. Her mother kept shooting daggers at me, and her father wouldn't even look me in the eye. When it came time for the vows, I poured my heart out. Jane did too. But during the reception, her parents made a scene. They loudly criticized everything, from the choice of music to the seating arrangements. It was humiliating.

The final straw came during the father-daughter dance. Jane's dad gave this passive-aggressive speech about how he hoped Jane was making the right choice and how he would always be there to "pick up the pieces" if things fell apart. I was livid, but I kept my cool for Jane's sake.

After the wedding, Jane and I had a long talk. We both agreed that her parents' behavior was unacceptable. She decided to cut ties with them for a while, which broke my heart because I never wanted to come between her and her family. But she assured me it was her decision.

It's been a few months now, and we're slowly rebuilding. I'm still working hard, trying to prove that I can provide for Jane. It's tough, but we're happier without the constant judgment and negativity. I just hope that one day, her parents can see how much I love their daughter and that we're truly happy together.

Any advice on how to handle this situation moving forward would be greatly appreciated.

TLDR: My fiancée's wealthy parents constantly judged and undermined me due to my financial status, culminating in a humiliating wedding day. Now, we're working on rebuilding our lives together, minus the negativity.

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