My wife Megan always poured her heart into hosting our family’s monthly dinners, but instead of gratitude, she faced relentless criticism from my relatives. After seeing her brought to tears too many times, I decided to uncover the truth behind their behavior—and what I found was heartbreaking.
Our family’s monthly dinners were a cherished tradition passed down through generations. As a child, I looked forward to these events, filled with laughter, delicious food, and unforgettable memories. Now, as adults, my siblings and I carried on the tradition, rotating hosting duties among us. Megan embraced this with enthusiasm, taking charge of cooking because she found it therapeutic.
But the joy quickly faded during our first dinner. Megan’s meticulously prepared chicken was met with scorn. “So bland,” Angela sneered, while Dan called it “dry,” and my mom added, “Maybe less seasoning next time.” Megan’s smile vanished, and later that night, I found her in tears.
Despite the harsh words, I encouraged her to try again. Megan poured hours into perfecting recipes for our next dinner, but the criticism only intensified. The same dishes were labeled as “awful” and “nothing like Mom’s cooking.” Megan was devastated, asking, “Why do they hate me?”
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