My Future DIL Refused My Wedding Present and Demanded I Give Her My Emerald Ring as an Heirloom Engagement Ring

Hi, everyone. I’m Martha, a 48-year-old mom with a passion for jewelry-making. I’ve always treasured my son Brandon’s happiness, but his fiancée, Alice, recently tested my patience in ways I never expected.

Let me take you back to where it all began.

I’m a proud mother of two amazing kids, Brandon (22) and Elisa (19). Raising them has been the joy of my life.

Brandon has always been the kind of person who sets his sights high and works hard to achieve his goals. He’s just finished his degree in mechanical engineering and already landed a great job. Elisa, on the other hand, is a free spirit with a passion for art, currently studying at an arts academy.

Both of them make me proud every single day.

Brandon met Alice in college two years ago. He came home one evening and told me and my husband, “Mom, Dad, I met someone. Her name’s Alice, and she’s incredible.”

When he brought Alice to meet us for the first time, I liked her immediately. She was confident, intelligent, and had a warm personality that fit right in with our family. She even laughed at my husband’s awful dad jokes, which I thought was a promising sign.

Over the next couple of years, I saw how happy she made Brandon, and when he announced their engagement, I was genuinely thrilled. She was everything I’d hoped for in a partner for my son.

Until she asked me for something unexpected.

Before I move on to that part of my story, let me share a bit about my passion. Jewelry.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated by the sparkle of gemstones and the intricate designs of rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Growing up, I didn’t have much, so buying jewelry wasn’t an option. But that didn’t stop me from dreaming about creating my own.

By the time I was in my twenties, I began experimenting with making simple pieces. It wasn’t easy at first. I’d sketch designs on scrap paper and save every penny to buy materials.

My friends and family noticed my determination and often pitched in to help. For my birthday one year, my sister gave me a beautiful set of tools, saying, “You’re too talented not to do this.”

Over time, my skills improved.

By my thirties, I had a small collection of handmade pieces that I was proud of. Rings became my specialty, each one crafted with care and love.

Every piece had a story, and my friends would often gush over them.

“Wow, Martha, this ring is stunning!” one friend exclaimed at a dinner party. “You should open a shop!”

Another chimed in, “If you ever stop making jewelry, I’ll riot. These are too gorgeous not to share.”

Their encouragement meant the world to me.

Making jewelry wasn’t just a hobby for me. It was a way of expressing myself. With time, my collection grew, and each piece became a cherished part of my life.

So, when Brandon and Alice got engaged, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

To celebrate their engagement, I invited them to dinner at our house. I planned a lovely evening with good food, laughter, and a ring designed specifically for Alice.

It wasn’t just any ring. It was a labor of love.

I had spent weeks crafting it, carefully selecting the stones and sketching a design I felt matched her personality.

Everything seemed perfect that evening. Brandon and Alice were super happy when they arrived.

As I opened the door, I greeted them warmly.

“Alice! You look stunning as always,” I said.

“Thank you, Martha,” she smiled, holding up a bottle of wine. “I brought this for dinner. I hope it pairs well with whatever you’re making.”

“Mom’s cooking is always amazing,” Brandon chimed in. “She could pair anything with water, and it would still taste great.”

We all laughed as we settled into the living room.

After dinner, I cleared my throat and stood up, holding a small velvet box.

“Alice,” I began, “I wanted to give you something special to celebrate your engagement to Brandon. This ring is my gift to you. I designed it with you in mind, and I hope you’ll love it as much as I loved making it.”

Her eyes lit up as I handed her the box. She opened it, revealing a delicate ring with a sparkling sapphire surrounded by small diamonds, set in white gold. It was elegant and timeless, and I thought she’d love it.

For a moment, she just stared at it.

Then she tilted her head.

“Oh… it’s nice,” she said hesitantly. She paused, then glanced at the emerald ring I was wearing. It was something I’d made years ago, and I cherished it deeply.

“Well, it’s all good,” she added, her tone turning more assertive, “but I want you to give me that one!” She pointed directly at my emerald ring.

I was stunned.

“Excuse me?” I managed, trying to keep my voice steady.

“That one,” she repeated. “It’s gorgeous, and it’s the perfect engagement ring. It should be an heirloom, don’t you think?”

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

“Alice,” I said, “this ring is very special to me. It’s one of the first pieces I ever made.”

But she didn’t seem to care. The look on her face told me she wanted the ring right there and then.

“I want that one,” she said, rolling her eyes.

At that point, I excused myself and went to the kitchen, needing a moment to compose myself.

When I returned, I handed her a small booklet I’d brought out from my workshop.

“Here,” I said. “This is a guide to designing your own jewelry. If you want something meaningful, you should create it for yourself.”

Alice’s face turned red. She looked at the booklet, then back at me, and exploded.

“Are you kidding me?!” she yelled. “This is an insult!”

Brandon looked mortified, but Alice didn’t give him a chance to speak. She grabbed her purse and stormed out.

The silence after she left was uncomfortable.

I exchanged a look with Brandon, who seemed utterly dumbfounded.

“This is unbelievable,” he muttered before following her to the door.

Meanwhile, my husband gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“You did the right thing,” he said quietly. “Some things can’t be demanded like that.”

I wanted to believe him, but I could already sense the storm brewing.

Sure enough, Brandon called me the next day. He was very angry.

“Mom, why couldn’t you just give her the emerald ring? He asked. “You have so many others. It would’ve been a nice gesture.”

“A nice gesture?” I repeated, my voice sharp. “Brandon, she didn’t ask. She demanded it. There’s a big difference.”

“Yeah, but Elisa borrows your jewelry all the time!” he argued.

“Elisa borrows them,” I countered, “and then she returns them. That’s borrowing. What Alice did wasn’t borrowing. It was entitlement, plain and simple.”

Brandon sighed. “You could’ve avoided this whole mess by just saying yes.”

“No, Brandon,” I replied firmly, “I couldn’t. That ring is important to me. And the fact that Alice dismissed the ring I designed for her without a second thought? That tells me something.”

Brandon fell silent. “You just don’t understand,” he muttered before ending the call.

That was the first time my son had ever truly shut me out, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit.

Over the next few days, I replayed the events in my mind, wondering if I’d handled things wrong. But each time I thought about Alice’s entitled demand, I knew I’d done the right thing.

One evening over dinner, Elisa grinned and said, “Mom, you’re my hero. If someone demanded my stuff like that, they’d get a piece of my mind.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” I chuckled. “But I don’t want this to cause a rift with Brandon.”

“He’ll come around,” my husband said confidently. “He’s smart enough to realize what’s right.”

And he was right. Sort of.

A few days later, Alice showed up at my door, teary-eyed and apologetic. She hesitated on the porch, clutching a tissue.

“Martha,” she said softly, “can I come in?”

I nodded, stepping aside. She sat down on the couch and looked at me.

“I’m so sorry,” she began. “I acted like a spoiled brat. I was out of line, and I hope you can forgive me.”

I studied her carefully, looking for signs of insincerity, but all I saw was genuine regret.

“Apology accepted,” I said. “But Alice, you need to understand something. In this family, we value respect and thoughtfulness. That emerald ring means a lot to me, and it wasn’t yours to ask for.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I just… I got caught up in wanting something ‘special’ and didn’t think about how rude I was being.”

“Special things aren’t just given,” I told her gently. “They’re earned.”

We hugged, and I hoped it marked a fresh start. But a nagging thought remained in the back of my mind. Was this just a bad moment for Alice, or had I glimpsed something deeper?

Only time will tell.

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