My in-laws were used to pushing me around without any consequences.
But when they messed with my birthday, my husband stood up for me in the most chivalrous way!
He made them regret ever messing with us!
I’ve always tried to be the kind of daughter-in-law who doesn’t stir the pot.
Smile, nod, and keep the peace, that was my motto.
Even when things clearly crossed the line.
But when my in-laws went too far, they realized that even I have limits.
When my husband Adam’s mom, Claire, “accidentally” wore a white beaded gown to our wedding, strapless, mermaid cut, I smiled through gritted teeth. I laughed it off and said, “You look lovely.”
When they forgot to include me in the family Christmas card last year and sent it to over a hundred of their closest friends, I blamed their behavior on the icy roads and said, “They were probably stressed by the traveling and just forgot me in their distress.”
Even when they showed up at our secluded honeymoon cabin in Vermont “for a surprise visit just to say hi,” with an overnight bag in hand, I smiled and welcomed them with cocoa and small talk.
“Why,” you ask? Well, it’s quite simple, really.
It’s because Adam is everything they are not! He’s kind, thoughtful, and deeply aware. My husband is the best man I’ve ever met, so I told myself they couldn’t be all bad.
They made him, after all.
Right?
Boy, how wrong I was!
I told myself that… until this year’s birthday dinner.
I was turning thirty-five that Friday. Adam had planned a quiet and cozy weekend getaway—a log cabin in the mountains, no phones, just pancakes in pajamas, and maybe a dip in the hot tub if we felt brave enough.
It was going to be perfect, and just how I liked it!
Then, a week before, five days before we left, Claire called Adam and ruined everything. Her voice came through the speakerphone, excited and fake-sweet.
“We’re throwing Julie a little surprise dinner on Thursday!
Don’t tell her, okay?”
Adam tried to get his parents to cancel their plans, but his mother refused to budge.
When I returned from running errands, my husband was waiting for me. He looked a bit apprehensive, as if he had something to tell me but didn’t know how to.
“Babe, please come and have a seat with me. There’s something I need to run by you,” he started nervously.
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