My sister has always had a mouth on her. Growing up, our parents excused it as her “being honest.” I learned to let it slide. My wife never had that training, and last week it finally blew up in my house.
The three of us were having dinner. My wife had cooked. Somewhere between the main course and dessert, my sister looked across the table and said, “No offense, but you’ve really let yourself go since the wedding. I’m just being honest.”
And I froze. I have replayed the next five seconds a hundred times. I should have said something. Anything. Instead I sat there like a coward and let the silence do the talking. My wife put down her fork, said “excuse me,” and went upstairs.
The worst part is that it wasn’t even the first time. There was the comment about our wedding menu, the “joke” about my wife’s job, the toast at Christmas that was really a dig. Every time, I took my wife’s hand under the table afterward and whispered that my sister “doesn’t mean anything by it.” I made my wife carry it so I wouldn’t have to.
And my wife had cooked for her. That’s the detail I can’t get past. She spent the afternoon on that meal, set the good plates, asked my sister twice if she needed anything. The insult didn’t come from a stranger across a room. It came from a guest at my wife’s own table, with her food still warm on the plate.
My sister rolled her eyes and told me my wife was “too sensitive.” I mumbled something about it being a long day and changed the subject. I didn’t go up after my wife for almost twenty minutes, because some pathetic part of me didn’t want to make things awkward with my sister.
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