By the time I married Ethan, I already knew his parents would never truly accept me.

They came from old money—the kind that inherited country club memberships, talked casually about investments, and carried unspoken expectations passed down through generations. Their world revolved around status and legacy.

I was a public school teacher with student loans and a closet full of secondhand clothes.
The first time I met them was over dinner at their house, and honestly, …

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