My MIL Constantly Belittles Me during Our Weekly Family Church Visits — But the Lesson She Received Made Her Regret It

Every Sunday at St. Matthew’s, my mother-in-law, Betty, belittles me during choir practice. Her condescending remarks, often referencing Mike’s ex, Susan, cut deep. One day, fed up, I planned subtle revenge. Betty’s prized cranberry sauce, the star of the church potluck, became my target. I arrived early to help set up, ensuring I’d be near her dish. As we served ourselves, I took a generous scoop of her sauce. At the table, I feigned disgust,

“finding” a hair in it for all to see. The room fell silent; Betty’s face paled as whispers spread. Her revered dish sat untouched, her confidence shattered. On the ride home, Betty was quiet, her usual smugness gone. In the weeks that followed, she stopped critiquing my piano playing and mentioning Susan. My petty revenge worked—Betty no longer targeted me, and I’d made my point without a fight.