Here’s a shortened version without losing the essence:
Hey, everyone!
I never expected to share this online, but after a whirlwind month in my three-year marriage, I need to vent.
My husband Jeremy and I met over a love for true crime and have had our ups and downs, like everyone. But I always knew two things: he’s loyal, and he’d never hurt me.
But then things took a turn. My mother-in-law, Patricia, has always been a bit much, but after her husband’s passing, she became clingy and critical. She started pushing to have us move in with her, which Jeremy gently refused. Then, the flowers started.
At first, a single bouquet of roses, then more—each one more romantic and intimate than the last. Each card was unsettling. I thought it was a mistake, but it kept happening. Jeremy began to worry, and eventually, he accused me of cheating. He thought I was hiding something.
The flowers kept coming, and the distance between us grew. Eventually, I realized the handwriting on the cards was Patricia’s. After a call to the florist, I confirmed she was sending the flowers, trying to make Jeremy think I was unfaithful.
I decided to get revenge. I arranged for her to receive dozens of roses, each with personal messages designed to drive her crazy. When she confronted me, I showed Jeremy the proof. He confronted his mom and kicked her out. That was the last time we spoke to her.
The flowers stopped, and now, every bouquet from Jeremy holds real meaning.
This keeps the main points but is much more concise!
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