At a family gathering, tension simmered more than the food on the grill. When it was time to serve dinner, my mother-in-law pointedly told me that the steak was reserved “only for family,” implying that I wasn’t included. Stunned by the exclusion and the blatant disrespect, I stood at the table, fork in hand, weighing my response.
With all eyes on me, I took a deep breath and chose a course of action that would redefine our family dynamics forever…
“Sorry, Mathilda, I must have misheard you. Could you please repeat that?” I asked, giving her a chance to rescind what she had just said. She couldn’t be serious about this after having a relationship with her son for years and being married for at least a year. Yet it seemed like neither of us would back down as I saw that nasty smirk come on her lips.
“You see, Nilah, my son has brought you here as his plus one, but I only ever get enough steaks to feed the family,” she paused, looking over the people at this gathering before going back to me, “My family.” The words stung more than I had originally anticipated. Sure, she had made an effort to exclude me, but never this blatantly. It is why I knew what I had to do.