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My Mother-In-Law Served Steaks and Desserts to My Husband’s Family — Everyone Except Me. But Then…

My Mother-in-Law Served Steaks and Desserts to My Husband’s Family — Everyone Except Me. But Then… ‪@LifeStoriesDestinies‬ "I only ordered for family," my mother-in-law smiled when my aunt asked why I got no steak or dessert. "Am I family or not?" I asked my husband. "Don’t do this—not here," he muttered, still chewing. But the table fell silent when I said what no one expected… My name is Hannah, and I’ve been married to Ryan for seven years. We met through a mutual friend during a Saturday book club. At the time, I was already working full-time in the accounting office at a local supermarket chain. Ryan was still in grad school for public administration. He used to look at me with a quiet sort of admiration and say things like, “You’re incredible—working full-time while I’m just writing policy memos. Makes me feel lazy.” I smiled then. I thought it meant something. When he got a job as a budget analyst at the city clerk’s office, we moved into a modest rental just outside the city. That’s when I first met his parents—Vivian and Tom. She wore Chanel perfume and judgment like a crown; he shook my hand like he expected change in return. His sister Lindsey, two years older than Ryan, had never worked a day in her life. And she was proud of that. Vivian’s first words to me, after a long silent scan, were, “Oh. I thought you’d be taller.” Tom followed up with, “So… Hannah, you didn’t go to college?” The word “didn’t” was soaked in pity. I didn’t flinch. I had bills at eighteen and made my choices. Choices I never regretted—until they made me feel like I was constantly justifying my existence. For a while, Ryan stood up for me. He would say, “She works harder than anyone I know,” and “My parents can be a little much, but don’t take it personally.” I didn’t. At first. I smiled politely when Vivian brought overpriced pastries “just for Ryan.” I didn’t comment when she turned her nose up at the store-brand coffee I served. But over time, the snubs multiplied. The compliments stopped. And Ryan’s defenses faded. “She doesn’t even manage investments?” I overheard Tom whisper once after flipping through my pay stub that Vivian had somehow gotten her hands on. “I don’t know how you manage,” Lindsey would say with faux sympathy. “I could never do… all that… grunt work.” Sometimes I’d find Vivian snooping through my drawers under the excuse of “looking for a napkin.” Once, she pulled out my bank ledger and shook her head. “So little savings. And no portfolio?” Then to Ryan: “You should’ve married someone with at least a financial plan.” Still, I tried. Every holiday, every birthday, every uncomfortable dinner—I showed up. I cooked, cleaned, smiled, poured drinks. One Christmas, I got a re-gifted candle while everyone else got tailored gifts with cards. No one noticed. Not even Ryan. #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge