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My Mother-in-Law Had Custom Dinner Boxes Made for the Whole Family — But Mine Was “Special”… @LifeStoriesDestinies For a while, I believed I had a picture-perfect life. Suburban home outside Seattle. A husband who worked hard but came home on time. Two healthy little boys who adored storytime and peanut butter sandwiches. And in the early days, even a mother-in-law who smiled through tightly clenched teeth. My name is Allison. I’m 32, a full-time mom to two boys under six, and married to Tom, a mechanical engineer who thinks duct tape can fix anything—including his mother. We live outside Seattle in a modest but cheerful two-story with a swing set in the yard and crayon smudges on the fridge. From the outside, it probably looks like we have it all. And honestly, I used to think we did. Until Grace started offering to “help.” Grace is Tom’s mother. To most people, she comes across as elegant, warm, a pillar of patience in a pearl necklace. And for the first year of our marriage, I tried to see her that way too. But it’s what people do when no one’s watching that tells the truth. And Grace? Grace has a way of weaponizing kindness. I remember the first meal she ever served me at their house in Spokane. Tom got a ribeye steak with rosemary butter. His father, Richard, got grilled salmon. I got steamed vegetables and a clear broth that smelled faintly of dishwater. “You’re watching your figure, right?” Grace had said, smiling like a photo in a church directory. “I remembered.” I hadn’t said anything about my weight. Ever. But I smiled and thanked her. That moment set the tone for every visit after. The little things started piling up. If she made hot cocoa for the boys, mine would be “accidentally” left out. If she handed out chocolates at Christmas, I’d get a different wrapper—an off-brand or one with dust on it. She would say things like, “It must be so hard not working, but at least the kids have someone around.” Always with that same smile. Tom never noticed. Or didn’t want to. “She means well,” he’d say, every single time. “That’s just how she shows love.” Love? Like the time she gifted me a cookbook titled Simple Meals for the Culinary-Challenged. Or when she posted a photo of “her three favorite people” at our son’s birthday party: Tom, Richard, and the birthday boy—cropping me out completely. #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge