I stood by my husband, Adam, through everything—lost jobs, late nights, business setbacks. But the hardest part wasn’t the struggles—it was earning respect from his family, especially his mother, Denise. Denise never said it out loud, but I always knew she didn’t think I was “good enough” for her son. Despite my constant efforts to be part of their family, her disapproving looks and passive-aggressive comments made it clear where I stood.
