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

Then the comments started.

Veronica would smile and say things like, “You work so much. Andrew needs a wife who’s present.” Or, “Careers are nice, but marriages don’t survive on emails.” When I mentioned it to Andrew, he brushed it off. She was old-fashioned. She meant well. Don’t take it personally.

Then she started “helping.” Showing up with groceries I hadn’t asked for. Rearranging my kitchen drawers. Texting meal plans. Commenting on how men need real food, not takeout. If I joked about her being invested in our menu, she’d smile and say, “You’ll learn.”

One afternoon, sitting in my living room as if it were hers, she told me she didn’t understand why I still worked full-time. That marriage wasn’t supposed to look like this. That Andrew didn’t need a wife with a boss—he needed a wife with priorities. I looked at Andrew for support. He stayed silent.

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