Sometimes, I felt like my life was a comedy—the kind where the main character was constantly humiliated. And the reason for that was my mother-in-law, Angela.
When Carl first introduced us, I genuinely believed she was a wonderful, kind woman.
She smiled warmly, asked me about my hobbies, and even brought me a small welcome gift—a scarf she had knitted herself. I was touched. But oh, how wrong I was.
At first, I thought she was just clumsy, always trying to help but somehow making things worse.
Then, over time, I realized the truth. Angela wasn’t just making mistakes—she was pretending things were accidents when they clearly weren’t.
At our wedding, she pulled my father aside right before the ceremony, asking him to help her with some made-up emergency.