I thought the worst part of Patricia’s birthday dinner was being told to eat in the kitchen while my husband’s ex-wife sat beside him. Then his father arrived at my door wearing a pink wedding tuxedo and told me I was watching an old family pattern repeat itself.
My mother-in-law, Patricia, had never liked me.
She never said it outright.
That would have been too easy.
Instead, it was little things.
She corrected the way I set a table in my own house.
She bought my husband Daniel shirts and said, “These are more his style,” while looking directly at the ones I had chosen.
If I brought dessert, hers somehow appeared beside it.
If I told a story, she interrupted with one about Daniel’s ex-wife.
I had been married to Daniel for six years.
Still, Patricia could make me feel like I had never been properly invited into her family.
Still, when her 70th birthday came around, I decided to make an effort.
I spent two days preparing dinner for 20 people.
I cooked everything myself except the cake, which I ordered from her favorite bakery.
I decorated her dining room with gold and cream flowers.
I ironed tablecloths.
I set out the good china.
Daniel said, “You don’t have to do all this.”
“I know.”
“Mom will find something to complain about.”
“Then at least she’ll have to complain on a full stomach.”
He laughed.
I should have paid more attention to what he didn’t say.
He didn’t say, “I’ll make sure she treats you well.”
The dinner started at 6:00 p.m.
By 6:15 p.m., I knew I had made a mistake.
Patricia had invited Daniel’s ex-wife, Laura.
She gave no warning. No explanation.
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