I thought my future mother-in-law was finally making an effort when she invited my mom to a fancy dinner. By the end of the night, my mom was in tears, I was racing across town, and I realized the family I was about to marry into was a lot worse than I’d let myself admit.
My mom had not met my fiance’s mother yet, which should have happened months earlier.
Karen always had a reason.
“I’ve been so busy.”
The second she named the restaurant, I paused.
“Let’s do it when things calm down.”
“I want it to be special.”
Then one week, she called me sounding cheerful in a way that immediately made me wary.
“My sisters and I want to take your mother to dinner,” she said. “A proper first meeting. Our treat.”
The second she named the restaurant, I paused.
It was one of those places people posted about more than they actually ate at. White tablecloths. Tiny portions. Too many forks. A wine list that looked like a mortgage application.
That annoyed me more than I let on.
My mom did not like places like that. Not because she was scared of them. She just hated anything stiff or performative.
I said, “That place isn’t really her style.”
Karen laughed. “That’s exactly why we’re inviting her. She should enjoy something elegant for once.”
That annoyed me more than I let on.
Still, she kept repeating the same line.
“Our treat. I insist.”
I almost told her not to go. I should have.
My mom was touched when I told her.
“That sounds nice,” she said. “I know she’s important to you. I want this to go well.”
I almost told her not to go. I should have.
The thing about Karen was that she and her sisters had money, but they treated it like a weapon. During wedding planning, I’d watched them turn every expense into a moral issue. They kept score over everything. They acted generous right up until generosity cost them something.
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