From the start, my mother-in-law made it clear she didn’t like me. When I got pregnant, she insisted on hosting a “small” gender reveal, but it turned into a huge, flashy event. At seven months along, exhausted and swollen, I smiled through it, until she publicly mocked my looks and weight. Everyone laughed, but I didn’t forget it. What she didn’t realize at that point was that I had the perfect way to get back at her...