I’m a 25-year-old newlywed, married to my loving husband, who is 28. Last weekend, I brought a dish from my late mom’s recipes to my in-laws’ family dinner.
As I set it on the table, my MIL gave me a harsh look and said, “Get your mother’s food out of my house!” In tears, I left and waited for my husband in the car for an hour.
The ride home was silent until he suddenly burst out laughing and said, “Did you hear the joke my cousin made during dinner? He’s hilarious-he should be a comedian.”
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