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My Husband’s Family Mocked My Mom’s Job at the Introduction Dinner — Until She Said She Owned… @LifeStoriesDestinies Across the table that night, Ryan looked at me as though no one else in the room existed. We were at a small Italian place near the hospital, just after his last shift of the week. His eyes were tired, but his expression wasn’t. He reached across the table, took my hand, and said, “When my residency ends, Brooklyn… will you marry me?” I was speechless for a second, then laughed through the tears. “Yes,” I said, barely getting the word out. “Yes, of course.” I had imagined this moment before. But in my version, it always ended with a call to my mom. Instead, this time, she was waiting at home with a bottle of sparkling apple cider and a nervous smile that gave her away before I even told her. “Let me guess,” she said, “he proposed.” I nodded, and she teared up. “He’s good to you?” “The best,” I said. “He even thanked you for raising me. He said he’ll make me happy.” “You already are,” my mom said softly, pulling me into a hug. “But I like that he wants to earn it.” My mom — Margaret — raised me on her own. My dad passed away when I was a baby. She never remarried. Never complained. She just worked — long hours, early mornings, quiet nights. She always called herself “self-employed,” but I didn’t press. I figured it was consulting or admin work. What mattered is she never let me see her sweat. She was just… there. Always. And now that I was starting my own family, I hoped she’d finally relax a bit. A few weeks after the proposal, Ryan suggested we set up a formal dinner with his family. “They want to meet you — and your mom,” he added. “They’re big on family.” I smiled. “Of course. I mean… they know we’re engaged, right?” “They do. They’re excited. A little traditional. But they’ll love you.” I didn’t ask what “a little traditional” meant. I didn’t want to. The reservation was for a Thursday evening at a high-end steakhouse near the city center. Ryan had picked the place — private room, nice lighting, big round table. I wore a pale green dress my mom helped me choose. It was conservative, but I felt good in it. Ryan’s parents, Daniel and Caroline, were ten minutes late. His brother, Jake, slouched in behind them, wearing a hoodie and school uniform pants with a gum wrapper sticking out of his pocket. “Sorry for the delay,” Daniel said, checking his Rolex as he sat. “Traffic from the clinic.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, standing. “This is my mom, Margaret.” Caroline gave a tight-lipped smile. Jake didn’t look up. #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge