When Daniel asked me to marry him, I thought Margaret would finally see me in a new light. I was officially going to be family, after all.
It seemed natural that she would have to accept me.
But, oh boy, was I wrong!
Instead of welcoming me, Margaret shifted from distant to controlling.
She became utterly determined to “fix” everything she thought was wrong with me before I ruined her son’s perfect life.
Suddenly, my job wasn’t “good enough for a wife.”
My cooking was “too simple.”
My apartment décor was “immature.” (She called my style “a charming attempt at dorm room chic.”)
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