My MIL Gifted Me a Set of Rules Titled ‘How to Be a Good Wife for My Son’ for Our Wedding, While My Husband Got a Check

I thought I was marrying the love of my life — until my new mother-in-law handed me a box labeled “How to Be a Good Wife for My Son.”

The list inside was outrageous: wake up at 6 a.m., cook his breakfast, never ask for help, dress modestly, fold his socks “in threes.” Dan didn’t object — he said, “That’s just how marriage works.”

So I followed the rules… with a twist. I served him dry toast on his “blue plate,” swapped beer for quinoa water, hid dishes in the bathroom, and turned his laundry pink.

Within a week, Dan had enough. When Karen smugly visited, he snapped: “Mom, these rules are insane. Lucia’s my wife, not my servant.”

I handed her the box back with a note: “Thanks, but no thanks.”
And that’s how our real marriage began.