I used to love family gatherings. Growing up, potlucks meant folding tables covered in mismatched tablecloths, laughter in the air, and kids running around while adults swapped recipes. When I married into my husband’s family, I imagined something similar.
But then I met Chloe, my sister-in-law. From the moment we were introduced, I realized she wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed things simply for the joy of them. Everything with her was a performance, a competition, a chance to prove she was better. And unfortunately, she always made me the target of her comparisons.
