When I found out that Margaret, who would later become my mother-in-law, and her gang of “ladies” had eaten our $1,000 wedding cake the night before my big day, I was both enraged and heartbroken. Their only contribution was a few smeared crumbs and a smug look. They left nothing behind. However, rather of giving in and giving up, I made the decision to teach them a lesson in the most pleasurable way that was possible.
“I have no intention of paying for that stuff. Margaret responded with a sneer, without even trying to glance up at me, “It was way too expensive and honestly tasted like trash—just like your taste in general.” She did not even bother to look up at me.
My pulse was hammering in shock as I stood in the doorway, grocery bags falling out of my fingers out of frustration…
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