When my father-in-law offered to send me on a luxury spa weekend, I thought maybe my in-laws were finally trying to include me. I was halfway to the resort, driving in peace, when my elderly neighbor called, screaming for me to turn back. What I saw when I got home shook me to my core.
For the first three years of my marriage, I was the smudge on my in-laws’ perfect family portrait.
I didn’t have the right pedigree or bank account. I wasn’t from their world of country clubs and summer homes.
I was just Jennifer, the woman who packed tuna sandwiches for lunch instead of ordering overpriced salads. The woman who, somehow, had managed to marry their precious son.
“It’s just that we always imagined Mark with someone more… established,” my mother-in-law Alice had whispered to her friend at our wedding reception, not realizing I was around the corner.
“But he’s always been rebellious.”
Rebellious? Right! As if loving me was an act of defiance rather than a choice.
After three years of their sugar-coated affection, I was caught off guard when Rob, my father-in-law, called me out of the blue.
“A weekend at Serenity Springs Spa? All expenses paid?” I repeated, still processing his words.
“This is… unexpected.”
Mark smiled beside me, his eyes bright. “Dad called me yesterday, too.
He said it was time they showed how much they appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“And he’s right, Jen. You’ve been my rock.”
I leaned against him, slipping my phone into my pocket after hanging up with Rob. “But why now?
Your parents have barely acknowledged my existence for three years.”
“Because I finally made it, babe!
Senior architect at Westmore… the promotion we’ve been waiting for.”
After years of Mark working 60-hour weeks, surviving on my teacher’s salary when projects fell through, and pinching pennies until they screamed — he’d finally landed the position that came with prestige. And money… lots of it.
“They’re just trying to welcome you into the fold now that I’m ‘successful’,” Mark admitted, his fingers making air quotes. I pulled away slightly.
“So I wasn’t good enough before, but now I am?”
“Hey!” He cupped my face.
“You’ve always been more than enough for me. And if they’re finally realizing what I’ve known all along, let’s take advantage of it. You deserve this break, Jen.
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