My mother-in-law smashed my late mother's valuable crystal glass set – she didn't know she was being framed

Most of the time, I ignored her. I mean, what's the point? But once I was engaged, she seemed to increase the pressure on me.

First there were the tirades.

“Will you walk down the aisle alone or will you drag your mother’s urn behind you?”

Then came the demands.

One Tuesday morning, she stood in our kitchen with her arms crossed. There was that familiar fire in her eyes.

"You will wear my wedding dress," she announced. No question. No warning. Just a command.

I started laughing. "This is a joke, right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking, daughter? I am your father's wife now. Wearing my dress honors me."

I felt sick. She was four sizes bigger than me. And more importantly, I'd rather wear burlap than her dress.

“I already bought my dress, Sandra.”

His face darkened. "We'll see."