I’m Mayu, married to Kota for two years. He’s kind but avoids conflict. At family dinners with his brother’s family, my meal stopped being prepared after the second time. Kota said he’d speak up, but did nothing. So I brought my own food—then my mother-in-law blamed me for saying “Should I help?” with a question mark.
My mother-in-law finally told me why she didn’t give me a meal—but blaming my wording? I couldn’t accept that. I apologized if I sounded rude and said I didn’t mind Chie helping. But if that was the issue, she should’ve just said so. Testing me and denying food when I didn’t meet her expectations? That’s just mean. If our values don’t match, I’d rather not come anymore—but as I stood to leave, Kota stopped me.