
I got married at 19 the first time. We went to buy the wedding dress, and after observing the interaction for a while, the store owner took me aside.
“Child,” she said, “please think twice about marrying into this family. You are so young but I, at my age, understand people well. Your future mother-in-law is toxic. Do reconsider this marriage.”
“This isn’t my mother-in-law,” I explained. “She’s my mother.”
“God help you, child,” said the store owner.
She’s lucky she never saw my mother-in-law. The woman was an almost comical evildoer. Not to me because my life journey includes no contact with MILs to speak of, but to her husbands, married lovers, and sons.

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