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Sarah stayed calm, but I could see her trying not to cry.
Halfway through dinner, she excused herself after feeling queasy. When she returned, pale and tired, my mother decided to humiliate her publicly — suggesting she eat alone “so she wouldn’t disturb the atmosphere.”
I stood, helped Sarah to her feet, and said evenly, “Enjoy the rest of your dinner.” Then I walked out with my wife beside me.
The Decision
At home, Sarah apologized through tears. “I’m sorry, David,” she said. “I ruined Jessica’s dinner.”
I took her hands gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. You just reminded me what respect looks like — because they’ve forgotten.”
When she finally fell asleep, I sat at my desk and made a few quiet phone calls. It was time for a change.
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