MOTHER-IN-LAW HAD KICKED HER DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, WHEN SHE REFUSED TO EAT THE FOOD SHE HAD PREPARED FOR THE THANKSGIVING DINNER
A mother had shared her story on Reddit’s r/AITA subreddit. She had explained that she kicked her daughter-in-law when she refused to eat the food she had prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner she was hosting. Her daughter-in-law had demanded to have some vegan food for her, as she was, which led to an argument between them, and caused a drama at the dinner.
The mother had shared that with her daughter-in-law, she was not getting along well. “DIL and I don’t get along for many reasons I won’t go into. She’s also just one of those condescending people who thinks that constantly looks down on others, especially because of her veganism. Last Thanksgiving, she raised hell over me making a turkey, and claimed there weren’t really any vegan options. There were.”
Her daughter-in-law had contacted her from social media, and asked about the menu, and wanted some food that would fit to her diet. “Last week, DIL contacts me on FB asking for the “menu”, and then telling me what “will” and “won’t” work. She also sent me many replication recipes to make for her, with expensive specialty items in all of them, many I didn’t even know what they were. This annoyed me, because I had already made sure to give my son, her, and her kids vegan options for the day, but it wasn’t good enough. I finally just told her to go pound sand, and that she could bring her own dish for her family if she’d be that picky.”
Her daughter-in-law had brought the exact menu the woman had prepared, and tried to mock her. “Thanksgiving happens. They arrive late with a ton of food dishes, parading them in, all with this vindictive grin on her face. Turns out, she, out of spite, took the exact menu, and made her own version of every single dish. Needless to say, I was livid, but I held my tongue. My sister and daughter in particular did try the food and enjoy it. Every time they complimented her, she would give me this look as she received her thanks, before tacking on something like “I just wanted to make a Thanksgiving meal that everyone could enjoy.””
The baloon exploded at the dessert part, where they had shared their wishes for the next Thanksgiving, as the woman had stated, “The part where I finally snapped was at dessert. We have a family tradition where right before we sit down and say what we’re thankful for. Its usually for family, or being able to gather. When at her turn, she got the same smug, vindictive grin on her face, and in the most condescending way, said “I’m thankful for starting the new tradition of a cruelty free, inclusive Thanksgiving, and I hope it continues next year!””
The woman had shocked everyone when it was her turn to speak. “I saw red. I waited until my turn, and then said, as calmly as I could, that I was thankful that this would be the last Thanksgiving I’d be spending with her. It took them a moment to catch on, and soon enough nasty words were being exchanged on both sides. I finally kicked them out.”
Her son had texted to her that until she apologize from his wife, he will not come to her home with his children. “I didn’t think about it until this evening, when my son sent me a text telling me that he would not be letting his children come over until I personally apologize to his wife. He said that while he sees my side, she “didn’t mean it”, and that I took it way too far by publicly embarrassing her, when she spent so much time making food for everyone.”
Then her husband had stated that she should apologize. “My husband is telling me I should just apologize, because it was rude of me and isn’t worth it. He doesn’t really get why it hurt me so much that she copied my meal to “one up” me, and thinks the more food, the merrier.”
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