One evening I asked, “Are you mad?”
He looked down. “You changed things. It feels… weird.”
His voice cracked. “I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“That’s the problem,” I replied. “You never asked.”
A Mother-in-Law’s Revelation
Not long after, his mother invited me for coffee. I braced myself for criticism, but instead, she surprised me.
She took my hand. “When I was your age, I did the same thing. Every Sunday, every holiday, I cooked until my feet hurt. No one thanked me either. I saw myself in you, and I should’ve spoken up.”
Her eyes softened. “Respect starts with how we let others treat us. Thank you for reminding me.”
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