I got married to the love of my life 2 months ago. I had my dream wedding, and went on a wonderful honeymoon excursion. Basically, I was on top of the world. That is until the day I came back from my honeymoon.
You see, I am of South Asian decent and culturally it is required for the eldest son (in this case, my husband) to take of and live with his parents. Before I was married, I had no problem with this. In a way, you could say that I was naive and thought that we could all live together as one big happy family. Those dreams and hopes came crashing down as soon as I moved in to my new house. Before I get started, one thing I should mention is that my mother-in-law did not like me to begin with because I was from a different religion. I…


