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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.
Karen always had a reason.
“I’ve been so busy.”
“Let’s do it when things calm down.”
“I want it to be special.”
“My sisters and I want to take your mother to dinner,” she said. “A proper first meeting. Our treat.”