I’m Kana, 32. I live with my husband Kota, 36, and our 5-year-old son, Yusuke. My in-laws live just 15 minutes away by train, but since I don’t really like them, I try to avoid seeing them as much as possible. They insisted on celebrating Yusuke’s birthday today, so we had no choice but to go. And what happened? They made us order the cheapest course, I had to sit through my father-in-law’s bragging, and then he treated me like a servant by telling me to place all the orders. I’d asked my husband to act as a bridge between us, but he was completely useless. It was honestly the worst experience ever.
In the end, my father-in-law “treated” us to the cheapest course on the menu. Honestly, it felt like a waste of time being forced to eat food I didn’t even want. I blame my husband—he accepted the invitation but couldn’t even speak up about which course to choose.
That’s why I ended up taking my frustration out on him. I didn’t say anything I didn’t mean; every word that came out was exactly how I felt. I don’t ever want to see my in-laws again. And since my husband keeps saying “I’m sorry,” that must mean I’m right.