When my husband proposed, I was over the moon. Moreover, it was the most beautiful vintage ring I'd ever seen—a white gold band with a deep blue sapphire and tiny diamonds. I thought it was mine for life. Six months later, during dinner at his parents' house, I noticed my MIL, Diane, staring at it. I ignored it—she was always finding something to judge about me. Halfway through the meal, while my husband and FIL went to check the roast, she leaned toward me. Her: "Enjoying that ring, aren't you?