My daughter-in-law hosted a family dinner. She said, “Just bring dessert.” I made my famous pie — my son’s childhood favorite. It’s the one I’ve baked every year since he was little. But during dinner, she didn’t serve it.
Later, I found it in the trash, untouched. She told me, “It didn’t fit my dessert aesthetic.” My son stayed silent.
I didn’t say a word. I just quietly put on my coat and left. That night, my son called, screaming that I’d embarrassed his wife by leaving “so dramatically.”
Now, I feel torn between sadness and disbelief. I can’t understand how something so small could hurt this much. I love my son and I don’t want to create tension, but I also don’t want to be treated like I’m unwanted.
I keep replaying the evening in my head — the laughter, the candles, and my pie in the trash. I’m not sure what to do next, and I’d really appreciate your advice.
