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When My Mother-in-Law Questioned My Worth at the Family Dinner, I Gave Her a Reason to Panic… ‪@LifeStoriesDestinies‬ I met Scott at a coffee shop called Rainy Day Brews—an old converted boathouse with lopsided chairs, mismatched mugs, and a vinyl collection nobody actually listened to. I was hunched over my laptop, half-writing, half-panicking about a deadline, when a barista slid a foamy vanilla latte in front of me. “Not mine,” I mumbled. A voice chimed in behind me. “That’s probably mine. I’m predictable.” I looked up—and there he was. Warm smile, hoodie slightly inside-out, holding a sketchpad with what looked like UI wireframes and random cartoon raccoons. We laughed about the mix-up. He offered to buy me a new drink. I accepted mostly out of caffeine desperation. That was four years ago. Since then, Scott became my constant. The man who noticed if I was about to sneeze before I did. Who’d remind me to eat when I got sucked into work. Who’d wait for me outside the DMV with a thermos of soup during a thunderstorm. Gentle. Thoughtful. The kind of man who doesn’t just show up—he sees you. The proposal happened at the top of the rickety Ferris wheel at Willow Lake Amusement Park. That place had peeling paint, overpriced funnel cake, and a petting zoo full of goats with boundary issues. But I loved it. It reminded me of childhood Sundays with my mom—when she could afford them. We were midair, the town stretched out below us in a scatter of lights, the sky bleeding orange and lilac. I was admiring the view when Scott pulled out a black velvet box. He didn’t kneel—thankfully, because that gondola creaked like it had feelings—but he did look me straight in the eyes and ask, “Will you marry me?” I said yes so fast I might’ve startled the goats. Two months later, we were renting a crooked little craftsman house on Cedar Street. It had creaky floors, a slanted porch, and a back garden that needed taming. We painted walls together, bickered over drawer handles, and weatherproofed windows like it was foreplay. We were building a life—one DIY project at a time. I should’ve known the first dark cloud was coming when he said, “You’ll love my parents.” He meant it. And that made it worse. Scott had told me his mom, Harriet, was involved in community boards and fundraisers. His dad, Robert, worked in logistics—silent type, firm handshake. I assumed they’d be just like him. Kind. Down-to-earth. Still, I was nervous. First impressions mattered. I even researched “how to impress your future in-laws” and ended up overthinking the dessert. Scott had mentioned Harriet had a thing for old-school puddings, so I scoured the city for the perfect bakery and came home with four delicate cups of caramel and citrus custard, garnished with edible flowers and maternal approval. Harriet opened the box and smiled. Not a warm smile. The kind you see on real estate agents who’ve already sold the house to someone else. #familydrama #reddit #redditstories #familystory #revengestory #revenge