I Married into a ‘Perfect’ Family – at My MIL’s 60th Birthday Dinner, My Husband’s Aunt Hugged Me and Whispered, ‘You Have No Idea What They Did to the Last One’

I’m 36F, my husband Andrew is 37M, and I handed him divorce papers at his mom’s 60th birthday dinner.

When I met Andrew, everything felt… quiet. No games. No love-bombing.

Just this steady, kind guy who listened.

I was 35. I knew he’d been married before.

“It didn’t work out,” he said once, shrugging.

No trash talk. No “crazy ex.” I thought that meant maturity.

I told my friends, “He’s solid.

He’s a grown-up.”

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