My husband and I are among the small group of those who got divorced and then remarried to each other.
Last night, during an argument over the souvied (or however you spell it) chicken (which I did not like because I do not like that souvied food, it just does not seem cooked to me) he said that he was leaving me.
I said, just tell me one thing: are you taking the souvie with you?
Hang in there, per my beloved mother-in-law, the first 35 years are the hardest!
My son has one of those things but does a great job with it.
He cooks the stuff in the machine and then throws it on the grill long enough to give it that grilled flavor and yet it’s not dried out inside from over cooking.
Maybe that would work for you instead of eating semi-stewed meat.
I’m in the middle of year 42, and I think your MIL was a little optimistic. I’ll reserve judgement until I see the easy years come along.