And then — the crown of her shamelessness — she stood up and gave a toast:

“I wish you happiness. Although, honestly, I thought my son would make another choice… But if it has to be this way, then so be it.”

Silence fell over the hall. I smiled as best I could. But inside, I was boiling.

So I decided: enough. Time to end this circus. I had to… (continued in the first comment )

I approached my mother-in-law with a glass of red wine — supposedly to “make peace,” clink glasses, take a photo. She leaned forward slightly, and in that moment I “accidentally” brushed her with my hand.