I Married into a ‘Perfect’ Family – at My MIL’s 60th Birthday Dinner, My Husband’s Aunt Hugged Me and Whispered, ‘You Have No Idea What They Did to the Last One’
I’m 36, my husband Andrew is 37, and I handed him divorce papers at his mom’s 60th birthday dinner. Right there, in front of the family he’d spent my entire marriage serving. When I met Andrew, everything felt… quiet. No games. No love-bombing. Just this steady, kind guy who listened. I was 35 at the time. I knew he’d been married before. “It didn’t work out,” he said once, shrugging. No trash talk. No dramatic stories. No “crazy ex.” I thought that meant maturity. I told my friends, “He’s solid.