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My husband's family made me sign a prenup laughing. If you ever leave, you'll walk away,

My husband's family made me sign a prenup laughing. If you ever leave, you'll walk away with nothing. They were overjoyed when I suddenly became worth $30 million until I served them divorce papers and their reactions were priceless because, so this all started with a dinner I'll never forget, not because of the food or the celebration, but because that's the first time my husband's family laughed in my face. #aita #games #redditreadings #redditstories #storytime  I was 27 at the time. I had just gotten engaged to Mark fake name. We'd been together for a little under two years. I thought I was marrying for love. He had this quiet charm and always seemed a little awkward in a sweet way. I didn't grow up with much. My parents were teachers. I put myself through college, working two part-time jobs. Everything I had I earned. I had a steady job in software sales and was building a name for myself. Not Rich, but secure. Mark's family was not like mine. They were old Dallas money. His dad owned several commercial buildings downtown. His mom acted like she was on the board of every charity in Texas. They lived in a gated community with those huge fake Mediterranean style houses and fountains in the front yard. The first time I visited their place, I felt like I'd walked into a Restoration Hardware catalog on steroids. Still, I tried to be polite. I thought maybe they were just proud of their son and cautious about newcomers. I kept telling myself that once they got to know me, they'd come around. Then came the dinner, me, mark, his mom, dad, and older sister at their house. We were about to go over wedding stuff and I was excited. I thought this meant they accepted me. But Mark's dad cleared his throat halfway through the meal and said, real casual, let's talk about the prenup. I looked at Mark thinking maybe I misheard, but he nodded like it was normal. His mom smiled, smirked, really, and said, it's just a formality, sweetheart. You understand? If you ever leave, you walk away with nothing. No fuss, no fights. Then she laughed a real laugh, like it was funny. Mark said nothing. He didn't hold my hand, didn't defend me. Just sat there with that awkward half smile he always had when his parents were talking. I should have walked away then, but I didn't. I convinced myself it didn't matter because I wasn't marrying him for money. I had my pride. I didn't need their approval or their inheritance. I loved him. Or I thought I did. So I signed it. It was airtight. Basically said anything is family owned. I would never have a claim to any future business ventures I created together with him would automatically be split based on contribution, which meant they'd argue, he contributed support and try to cut a deal. But the prenup made it clear. If I left, I walked. I let it go. We got married six months later in a fancy hotel ballroom. His parents paid for, his mom wore white. That should have been another red flag. The first two years of marriage were okay. I kept climbing in my career. He worked in finance, but honestly, I never really understood what he did. He hated his job, though. Complained constantly said it was draining him. I told him he could quit if he wanted to. Maybe take a break and reset. I. So he did no plans. Just stopped working. Said he'd write a book. He never did. During this time, I got an idea. Covid had changed the way a lot of businesses operated. I saw a gap in how teams managed remote work, too many tools, none of them integrated well. I decided to build something better. I started working with two old colleagues using our own money. I spent nights learning things. I had no background in UI design, APIs, onboarding, logic. It was grueling. I barely slept. Mark. He played Xbox, watched documentaries and once tried to start a podcast that lasted three episodes. He never asked how my business was going. His mom, when I mentioned it over brunch one time, literally laughed and said, how adorable. A little tbi. She called it a good distraction until I had kids. But then it happened, we launched and within six months we were getting serious traction....., #RedditStories #MILDrama #ToxicFamily #AITA #Storytime #RelationshipDrama #FamilyConflict #CrazyMIL #EntitledParents #RedditAITA #TrueStory #StepmomStory #ToxicRelatives #RedditReadings #RedditConfessions