“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

sun. “He successfully extracted Mom from the guest house. She is currently residing with Aunt Linda in Cincinnati. Linda, predictably, is eating up the ‘I was just testing the fabric’ defense. Dad has frozen her primary accounts until she agrees to his terms.”

“It requires olympic-level cognitive dissonance to misunderstand a woman screaming ‘Now you continue reading …