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

That silence became a pattern.

When the baby comments started, something in me hardened. I wanted children. But I didn’t want to raise them in a house where their grandmother ran the show and their father enforced it with silence. Veronica laughed when she pressured me. Told me not to wait too long. Told me Andrew deserved children. A “real” woman didn’t wait until forty.

Each time, Andrew told me I was overreacting. That I was always thinking the worst of her. That peace mattered more than being right. What he really meant was that compliance mattered more than my voice.

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