I’m Mayu, married to Kota. At family dinners, my meal stopped being prepared. Kota promised to speak up but didn’t, so I brought my own food. My mother-in-law criticized me, I said I’d never come again, and Kota stopped me.
The real cause was my husband’s poor handling—had he acted sooner, it wouldn’t have blown up. He doesn’t see that, which angers me. In the end, my father-in-law’s sisters resolved it.