ON MY FIRST DAY AS A DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, MY MIL ORDERED ME TO CLEAN HER FILTHY KITCHEN WHILE EVERYONE ELSE SAT DOWN TO EAT. WHEN DINNER ENDED, SHE OFFERED ME NOTHING BUT THEIR LEFTOVERS. THAT WAS ENOUGH—I TURNED THE SERVING PLATTER UPSIDE DOWN ON THE FLOOR!
The first meal I ate as Daniel’s wife came from the scraps left on his family’s plates after they had finished laughing at me. By the time my mother-in-law ordered me to get down and scrub grease from her kitchen floor, I already understood that my marriage had begun with some kind of test. And…