My son married a woman I barely know; we met days before the wedding. She mocked my veganism early on, but I attended for him—he’s my world.
No assigned seating. I sat at the “vegan option” table. The plate arrived: wilted, brown vegetables. I asked for a salad; the server said I’d pay extra since only one veg meal was reserved.
Humiliated after days of slights, I stood to leave. My son intercepted: “If you walk out, forget us.” Stunned, I said, “I came for you, not to be mocked and served spoiled food.” I left.
He hasn’t spoken since. Days later, my DIL called, accusing me of selfishness and ruining the day—claiming family followed me out. She demanded an apology. I refused: she’d disrespected me from day one.
Two weeks of silence. I won’t grovel, but I miss my son. Was I wrong to leave over inedible food and insults, risking everything?