My Cold War with My Conservative In-Laws Ended Differently from What I Expected

I’ve always been a patient person. I got to practice my patience when my father remarried following my mom’s death. So, when my in-laws tried to get me to break up with my husband before we could get married, I just used what I had learned earlier in life to withstand their onslaught.

You know, sometimes trying to find your place in someone else’s family can be really tricky. At least, it was for me when I met my husband’s family. See, I’m originally from Morocco, while my husband, Jeremy, was raised by an extremely conservative family from Georgia. That should be enough to give you an idea of what I faced.

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Man and woman on a date | Source: Getty Images

immigrated to the US shortly after my mother passed away. I was 11 at the time, and it felt like my entire world was coming to an end. To add to this, my dad married a new woman only a little over a year after Mom’s death. Naturally, adjusting to life in a new country and coming to terms that there was a new woman in my mom’s place was jarring.

My stepmom wasn’t a bad person, but we never got along. I think she felt insecure about the fact that she could never have kids, so she would often be mean and distant toward my sister and me. She used to try to upset us all the time by doing petty things that she knew would make us uncomfortable, but luckily my mom had taught me to always smile when people were intentionally being mean to me.

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A young girl in an airplane | Source: Getty Images

This turned out to be a great defense mechanism, and my stepmom couldn’t bear that her tricks weren’t working on me. Eventually, things died down and we made our peace, but I would never forget how effective it was to just smile through whatever petty new ploy she had devised to try and upset me. It truly was one of the greatest gifts my mom had ever given me.

But my stepmom was a minor hindrance compared to Jeremy’s family. When I met them for the first time, I knew I was in for a lengthy cold war.

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A woman yelling at a young girl | Source: Getty Images

I met Leona, Jeremy’s mom, and the rest of the Fergus family at one of their family dinners. By that time, I had been dating Jeremy for almost a year, and they had used every excuse to avoid inviting me to their dinners. This time, Jeremy ensured that they couldn’t weasel out of meeting me, and he even told his mom to prepare a few dishes that I could eat, since I steer clear of any pork and alcohol.

While my loving boyfriend was sure there would be something for me, I knew better than to just blindly trust people who clearly had misgivings about me to respect my personal choices, so I ate as I would before a fast and prepared myself for sitting around the dinner table while everyone enjoyed their meal.

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A large dinner table with people sitting around it | Source: Getty Images

When we showed up at Jeremy’s parents’ house, the family greeted me with half-hearted smiles and quick hugs before we all settled down to eat. I knew the greetings would be awkward and stiff, but what I didn’t anticipate was Leona bringing a peppy blonde woman up to me with a huge smile and saying, “Oh, Aleah, you just have to meet Diane, Jeremy’s last girlfriend. We’re all still very close and I thought you two might hit it off.”

Diane looked slightly embarrassed, and shook my hand with a smile that seemed to say, “I’m sorry, I know, but what could I do?” I introduced myself and we exchanged a few pleasantries before she greeted Jeremy with a huge hug. She immediately launched into a conversation with him about what was going on in his life, ignoring me completely. Jeremy answered a few questions, grabbed my hand, and steered me to our seats.

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A woman shaking another woman’s hand | Source: Getty Images

At the table, things just got worse. Leona opened all the dishes, and every single thing had pork in it. The mac and cheese had bacon bits in, the mashed potatoes had lard in, and even the turkey was wrapped in bacon. After unveiling all the food, Jeremy’s mom looked at me, apologized for all the pork, and offered me a drink. “I don’t drink, but I’ll gladly take a glass of water,” I said with a smile. Slightly crestfallen, Leona got up to get me one.

During the meal, the entire family kept making off-handed, passive-aggressive, and slightly racist comments clearly directed toward me. Meanwhile, Diane was showered with compliments. You’d expect she was royalty with how the family sucked up to her. But I knew exactly how to handle the situation.

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A woman enjoying a glass of water | Source: Getty Images

Instead of letting my annoyance show, I once again employed my mom’s wisdom. I smiled at every so-called joke, and even threw a few of my own compliments at Diane. I told Leona how lovely the spread looked, and thanked her profusely when she went to refill my cup of water. I could see Jeremy’s mom seething at my pleasant demeanor.

The night ended and we said our goodbyes. I refrained from complaining to Jeremy about his family. I could handle it. But things didn’t get better from there. Family dinners were suddenly off-limits to anyone who wasn’t also a Fergus — although Diane was apparently an exception — so I would often spend Christmas on my own or with my sister. They never drove a wedge between myself and Jeremy, and imagine their shock when he eventually proposed.

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Two sisters celebrating Christmas together | Source: Getty Images

Now, Leona and the rest of the family never bothered to learn anything about my culture. They assumed the wedding would be a regular ceremony, but Jeremy and I had planned on blending traditions. So when all the women, Diane included, showed up wearing white, I was all smiles, complimenting their outfits all the way. This didn’t go down well.

Meanwhile, my outfits were made up of every color imaginable, and I outshone them in every photo. There’s even one picture of Leona with the biggest sour expression I had ever seen. It was a wonderful day.

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A traditional wedding dress | Source: Getty Images

But the unspoken feud came to a head last Christmas when Leona suggested I host. Naturally, I accepted, even though I knew she only offered because she hoped I would be overwhelmed. Fortunately, she didn’t count on the fact that I often cooked, and had been since I was a young girl. So my spread was something to marvel at.

Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, turkey, glazed ham, Brussels sprouts, green bean casserole, roasted carrots, and potatoes, freshly baked bread, corn bread, and an entire assortment of pies. Even I was impressed. But of course, with her plan in ruins, Leona did the next best thing. She started shouting at me.

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A big dinner | Source: Getty Images

“You’ve got to be kidding me! How could you of all people have managed this?! I know you hired a catering company, Aleah! Just to make me look bad. Admit it!”

Surprised at her outright anger, I looked at her, then at Jeremy. Luckily he stepped in.

“Mom, Aleah slaved away for two days to make sure we had a great Christmas dinner. I don’t think you acting like this is very mature or fair. She has been nothing but a good host, and you accuse her of being petty, like a child who had hoped to one-up someone. I think you owe her an apology, or you should leave.”

There was a long pause. Everyone wondered what would happen next, plates in hand.

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A woman cooking dinner | Source: Getty Images

Leona took a deep breath and looked at me. “You won,” she muttered and sat down dejectedly. Before Jeremy could say another word, I walked over to my mother-in-law, got on my knees before her, and took her hands in mine. “Leona, this isn’t a competition. I love your son deeply and I don’t want this cold war between us.”

She looked at me with new-found respect, and I could see the hatchet was buried. The war between us ended with a big hug and a great dinner, and although we still differ about things, we have grown quite fond of each other over the last few months.

My Mom Excluded My Wife and Stepdaughter from Family Dinner, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson on What Being a Family Means

When Jake’s conservative Mom goes to extremes to exclude his wife and stepdaughter from a family dinner, he decides to teach her a harsh lesson about the meaning of family.

I’m Jake. I want to share a story about standing up for my family, despite some serious disapproval from someone who should have been supportive. Here’s how it all started.

A year ago, I met Linda, and my life changed forever. She’s amazing—kind, smart, and incredibly strong.

And with her came her little daughter, May. From the first moment we met, May and I clicked. She has this infectious laugh that brightens up even the gloomiest days.

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Happy young girl holding a teddy | Source: Pexels

May’s dad isn’t in the picture, so I naturally stepped into that role. It felt right like she was always meant to be part of my life.

But then there’s my mom. She’s very conservative and has rigid views about what a family should look like. Linda is Black, and while Mom never said anything outright, her actions spoke volumes. She always had an excuse whenever we invited her over.

The real heartbreak happened at our wedding.

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A beach wedding | Source: Pexels

My mom refused to be in any family photos. I remember trying to hold back my tears as she looked at me with a faint sneer.

“This won’t last,” she muttered as she swept past me. “You’ll come to your senses, eventually.”

Linda heard her nasty remark and cried her eyes out that night. Mom’s disapproval left a lasting scar on what should have been a perfect day.

But a few weeks ago, Mom pulled a stunt that pushed me over the edge.

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An older woman smirking | Source: Pexels

Here’s what went down: Mom called me on a Saturday afternoon in a hysterical panic, claiming she was having a heart attack.

I could barely understand her through the sobs and pain-filled gasps. My heart was racing as I dropped everything and rushed to her house, fearing the worst.

When I got there, my heart sank, but not for the reason I thought it would.

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Shocked man | Source: Pexels

There she was, sitting comfortably on the couch, looking perfectly fine. Surrounding her were my brothers, their wives, and their kids—her biological grandchildren. Everyone except me, Linda, and May.

My mom smirked when she saw me and said, “Finally, our family is together without that burden you always drag with you.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, still reeling from shock. “What’s going on here?”

“We’re having a family dinner,” Mom replied breezily.

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Older woman playing with a young girl | Source: Pexels

“I lied about the heart attack,” she added, “because it was the only way to get you here alone.”

I was stunned, standing there like an idiot while my mom looked pleased with herself. I couldn’t believe she would stoop so low as to fake a heart attack just to exclude my family.

Anger bubbled up inside me, but I kept my cool. I knew losing my temper wouldn’t solve anything. Instead, I decided to play along.

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A thoughtful man staring out the window | Source: Pexels

“Oh, thank God you’re alright, Mom,” I said, forcing a smile. “You really had me worried.”

She looked so smug, thinking she had won some kind of battle. But inside, I was seething. I knew I had to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

Over the next few days, I thought about how I could show her what real family means. That’s when I came up with the idea for the photo album.

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Photographs lying on a table | Source: Pexels

I went through old family photos and found every picture that included Linda and May. There were so many happy memories, and seeing them only strengthened my resolve.

I made copies of those photos and created a beautiful photo album labeled “Our Complete Family.” I wanted my mom to see how happy and complete my family was with Linda and May.

Then, I invited Mom over for a special family dinner. To ensure she came, I baited the trap by hinting that I planned to divorce Linda.

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Mean seated at a kitchen table making a phone call | Source: Pexels

When my mom arrived, she acted like she had won some sort of victory. Little did she know what was coming.

“Mom, I’m really glad you came,” I said, trying to keep my tone light and welcoming. “It’s been too long since we all sat down together.”

Linda greeted her politely, and May ran up to give her a hug. I could see the hesitation in my mom’s eyes, but she awkwardly patted May on the back. It was a start, at least.

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Hesitant older woman | Source: Pexels

Mom seemed to relax over dinner, thinking she had achieved her goal of separating me from Linda and May. I kept the conversation light, talking about work and harmless family gossip.

Afterward, I cleared my throat and said, “I have something special for you, Mom.”

I pulled out the photo album I had prepared, labeled “Our Complete Family.” I handed it to her with a smile.

She opened the album, and her expression shifted from curiosity to confusion to outright anger as she flipped through the pages.

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Mature woman holding a book | Source: Pexels

“What is this supposed to mean?” she snapped, her voice icy.

“It means this is my family, and they are not a burden,” I said firmly. “Linda and May are part of my life, and they always will be. You need to accept that, or you won’t be included in our lives anymore.”

Her face turned red, and she opened her mouth to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance.

“There’s more,” I continued.

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Serious man seated on sofa | Source: Pexels

“Linda and I are renewing our vows next month, and you’re invited.” I sternly looked Mom in the eye. “But only if you promise to respect Linda and May.”

She was speechless, but I didn’t stop there. I took Linda’s hand and said, “I’m also in the process of adopting May officially. She will be my daughter in every way.”

The room was silent. My mom’s face shifted rapidly from shock to anger, and back again, but I could see the realization dawning on her that I wasn’t going to back down.

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Serious couple | Source: Pexels

Finally, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The tension in the room dissipated, and a sense of relief washed over me. Linda hugged me tightly, tears in her eyes, and May looked up at me with a big smile.

“Thank you, Jake,” Linda whispered. “For standing up for us.”

“Always,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “You two are my family, and nothing will ever change that.”

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Happy family | Source: Freepik

So, after I dropped the bombshell about renewing our vows and adopting May, the fallout was immediate.

A couple of days later, my brothers started calling me, saying Mom was furious and felt betrayed. They wanted to know what had happened. I explained how Mom’s behavior had been hurting Linda and May and how it was unacceptable.

To my surprise, they understood.

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Man standing near a window looking at his phone | Source: Pexels

“Jake, we had no idea it was this bad,” my oldest brother, Tom, said. “Mom’s always been stubborn, but this is too much. You did the right thing.”

My younger brother, Sam, chimed in, “Yeah, man. We support you. Family is about love and acceptance, not just blood. We’ll talk to Mom and try to make her see that.”

Their support was a huge relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My brothers were on my side, and that meant everything.

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A smiling man | Source: Pexels

About a week later, I got a call from Mom. Her voice was shaky, and I could tell she had been crying. She wanted to talk, so I invited her over. To my surprise, she appeared at my doorstep soon afterward, looking worn out and remorseful.

“Jake, I’m so sorry,” she began, tears streaming down her face. “I was so blinded by my own prejudices that I didn’t see how much I was hurting you and our family.”

“Our family?” I asked pointedly.

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Man with a serious expression | Source: Pexels

“All of our family,” she replied, nodding toward the living room, where Linda and May were watching TV. “From today, I’ll do better by Linda and May. I’ll make things right.”

It wasn’t an instant fix, but it was a start. We began to rebuild our relationship, step by step. Mom made a real effort to get to know Linda and May, and over time, things got better. She even attended our vow renewal ceremony and treated Linda and May with the respect they deserved.

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Woman fixes her daughter’s hair | Source: Pexels

So, the lesson here? Stand up for your loved ones, even against your family. Sometimes, people need a harsh wake-up call to realize their mistakes. And never let anyone make your loved ones feel like a burden.

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