I’m a 25-year-old newlywed, married to my loving 28-year-old husband. Last weekend, I brought a dish from my late mom’s recipes to my in-laws’ family dinner. As I set it on the table, my mother-in-law gave me a harsh look and said, “Get your mother’s food out of my house!”
Devastated, I left in tears and waited for my husband in the car for an hour. The ride home was silent until he suddenly burst out laughing and said, “Did you hear the joke my cousin made during dinner? He’s hilarious—he should be a comedian.” I sat there in stunned silence, hurt that he neither noticed my absence nor acknowledged the humiliation his mother had caused me.
