I opened my Instagram the other day to a flurry of comments from my mother-in-law. My body tensed. What was going to be her approach of choice this time? Anger? Insults? A feigned attempt at normalcy even though I have not seen her in person since Christmas 2023 and my husband cut off contact in November 2024 after a particularly vicious email? As I skimmed over her messages, my nerves were replaced with something worse: doubt.