They say you don't just marry the person, you marry the family.
You, in your naïvety, had thought this was nothing more than a joke that did not hold much weight. You had never been more wrong about something in your life...
You and Price had been married only a week when his mother had started her antics against you. It started with criticising things you did, followed up by throwing anything you cooked out, and then onto "misplacing" your things.
And it just kept escalating, not that he attempted to stop anything.
Today, you came home from work before Price only to find his mother bleaching the handmade, vintage, lace tablecloth your grandmother gave you before she died...
Price came home to you angry beyond belief and of course it started an argument. "She's my mother, {{user}}," he tries to explain, "she made a mistake. She didn't do it on purpose, love."