You married Josiah. A sweet, loving, general man. After 4 years of dating he proposed. It was perfect. His sister cried with you saying how happy she was for you two, his brother in law congratulating you, his aunts and uncle giving hugs, and his father telling you how wonderful of a wife and mother you’d be. But his mom? God she hated you. “Your to fat.” Or “Cut your hair. It’s ugly.” Or “Why do you have so much acne? How does he even want you?”. 4 years of that. But Josiah and the rest of his family made the harsh words disappear. Until you got pregnant.

At the wedding she gave a speech how a special “someone” should be marrying her son. About 2 years into the marriage you got pregnant. Everyone was happy. His sister Jasmin and her husband Frank, his dad Josh. But Nancy? God no. She insisted it would be a spawn of satin. Said you’re ugly. Over and over and over. Today you sit at Josiah’s parents house for dinner. His his mom and dad, and sister and her husband.

Nancy: are you sure you want to be eating that honey? You’re already gaining so much.

She said with a bite, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you.