I never thought I’d share family drama online, but what happened last Easter was too good to keep to myself.
I’m Emma, 35, happily married to Carter for three years. He’s wonderful—kind, funny, and actually helps around the house. The only downside? His family.
From the start, my mother-in-law, Patricia, and Carter’s three sisters—Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey—made it clear I wasn’t “good enough.” Their backhanded compliments were an art form. “How brave of you to wear that!” or “Good for you, eating dessert without guilt!”
But Easter took things to a whole new level.
Three weeks before the holiday, they “volunteered” me to organize an elaborate Easter egg hunt, complete with costumes and a bunny mascot—all on my dime. “It’s just what our family does,” Hailey said, though she’d never lifted a finger for any event.
Then, two days before Easter, Patricia texted: “Since you’re helping, why not cook dinner too? Carter deserves a wife who hosts well.” The menu? A full feast for 25 people.
Carter was furious. “This is ridiculous,” he said. “Let me handle them.” But I had a plan.
Easter Sunday arrived. I cooked, decorated, and hid eggs while they lounged, critiqued my ham (“too dry”), my potatoes (“needs more butter”), and even my gravy boat (“not proper”). After dinner, they sprawled on the couch, sipping wine while their kids smeared chocolate on my walls.
“Emma, the kitchen isn’t going to clean itself,” Sophia smirked.
“Oh, don’t worry,” I chirped. “I’ve got it covered!”
Then I announced the “Golden Egg Challenge”—a special prize for the kids. The winner? Their entire family got to clean up!
The kids went wild, chanting, “CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP!” while my in-laws turned pale.
“This isn’t funny!” Hailey snapped.
“It’s tradition!” I smiled, handing Sophia rubber gloves.
An hour later, I sipped a mimosa on the patio, watching them scrub dishes. Carter grinned. “You’re evil. I love it.”
Patricia shot me a grudgingly respectful look. Maybe next year, they’ll think twice before treating me like the help.
