I’m Mayu, married to Kouta for two years. We both work and share chores. He’s kind, but avoids conflict. His brother Yosuke has a wife and a 2-year-old daughter. We’re invited to his parents’ for family dinners a few times a year. At first, I joined thinking it was no big deal—but from the second dinner, they stopped serving me food.
If I had to be treated like that, I didn’t even want to go to the family dinner. But my husband promised he’d speak up for me next time. I believed him. So I went again—only to find out he was all talk. Like a messenger, he just handed me the chawanmushi with a shrug, as if to say, “Oh well.” I felt completely let down.