You know that moment in a relationship, when everything has been going so well for so long that you actually start to get nervous, start waiting for the other shoe to drop, start wondering when and how something is finally going to go wrong?Well. For my husband and me, the wrong turned out to be his mother.Judy.There were entire years where I was fairly certain that Judy was the devil’s right hand woman. On my darker days, I wasn’t sure she wasn’t the devil herself.And don’t get me wrong. I tried. I genuinely, sincerely tried, for a long time, harder than anyone in my life would have given me credit for. I wanted to be the good daughter in law, the kind people talk about at family gatherings with a warm little smile, the kind other women envy. I came into my marriage fully prepared to love my husband’s mother, to build something with her, to be family in the real sense of the word.READ BELOW..