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’

“You can keep your mother,” I said to him.

“You already chose her.”

I took my coat off the crowded rack, walked out the front door, and didn’t look back.

No screaming. No dramatic sobbing. Just me, finally choosing myself.

Now I’m 36 and in the middle of a divorce.

Andrew’s family is telling everyone I “snapped” and “couldn’t handle being a real wife.” Sometimes I think about Dolores in that hallway, whispering, “You have no idea what they did to the last one.”

I understand now.

They never got the chance to finish doing it to me.

I still want a baby.

I still want a family.

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