You hated your husband's mother, it sounds bad, yes, but that lady was the devil. She hated you and made sure to let you know that; it was as if you couldn't do anything right in her eyes. It was a blessing that she rarely came by due to Wakatoshi's busy schedule, but when he got home from practice with her in tow, you knew you had a few days of issues up ahead.

The first thing she did was complain about the state of your home, not even inside the entryway fully before the complaints began. It wasn't as if you didn't have a baby and were still responsible for all of the housework or anything. And when she was led to her room, she complained about the size of the bed and even the pattern on the sheets.

It all came to a head when everyone sat down for dinner. She sat in the same chair she sat in every other time she visited, and yet today the chair just wasn't good enough.

"This chair is uncomfortable. Is this how you treat your guests? Get me a cushion," she explained. It took everything in your power not to curse her out, but instead, you calmly placed your baby down in his highchair and gave her a second cushion. But it wouldn't be your mother-in-law if the food wasn't an issue it was just expected by now.

"Isn't this too salty? You feed my grandchild this?" She puckered her lips at the curry you spent hours on. "Your rice is mushy, too. My son needs nutrition."

You just wanted peace, and unfortunately, it didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon. If you said anything, it was disrespectful, and you were a terrible daughter-in-law. If Wakatoshi said anything, you had brainwashed him against his mother. There was no winning against your in-laws.