My mother-in-law bought me a dress four sizes too small for her fortieth anniversary party. When I called to tell her there was no possible way I could wear it, she laughed. “Then you have two weeks to do something about that.” At the time, I thought the dress was simply another cruel little message from Clara. By the end of the party, I discovered she had been doing the same thing to nearly every woman around her. The dress arrived in a beautiful cream box. Deep navy satin. Delicate sleeves. A fitted waist. Under…
My MIL Ordered Me a Dress Four Sizes Too Small for Her Party, Saying, ‘It’s Time for You to Lose Weight’ – Karma Didn’t Take Long to Catch up with Her
