My Son Stays Quiet as His Wife Insults Me — But He Soon Teaches Her a Lesson in Front of Guests

Kate cannot wait to spend the holidays with her son and his wife — it’s her first Christmas with the family. But when Liz criticizes her cooking, and John chooses silence over defending his mother, will the holidays be ruined?

I was always the feeder — especially after I got married, it was always me cooking for every family dinner and during the major holidays, like Christmas. But after Oliver, my husband, passed, I lost hold of that part of me.

Now, I barely cook, just enough to keep myself going, and barely that.

Except during the holidays because this is when my son, John, comes for his annual roast dinner. And then, it’s time for me to shine. But this year, things got very heated in the kitchen.

This was the first year with Liz, John’s wife, joining us. When they were dating, she always went home to her parents instead of visiting us. Which, I’ll admit, is fair because being with your family is everything during the holidays. Anyway, I was intrigued to see how Liz would mix with the rest of our family for the day.

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Person chopping vegetables | Source: Unsplash

I got up early and began the Christmas meal, knowing that it would be an early dinner with many side dishes and different desserts to follow. I made the usual Christmas dinner that we’ve done for years — chicken, with roasted potatoes and gravy being the main attraction, but with lots of little dishes. Things that John loved.

But Liz? Oh, she definitely wasn’t a fan.

I was putting the final touches on the chicken when Liz strolled into the kitchen, cell phone in hand, eyeing my cooking. She looked around the kitchen with an expression that looked like she had smelt something terrible. I tried to ignore her because I was already sweating away.

Roast chicken on plates | Source: Pexels

Roast chicken on plates | Source: Pexels

Then, she hit me with a line that slammed through me. “Hey, Kate,” she said, “maybe we should order food. Not everyone wants what you’ve cooked. I don’t know if everyone enjoys your cooking, either. Every aspect of Christmas is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. They should enjoy the food, too!”

I was completely blindsided by her words.

I saw John leaning against the archway, nibbling on a carrot. He altogether avoided my gaze, looking over me and out the window across the room. I held back my tears and bit my lip.

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Family get together | Source: Pexels

The guests were almost all present, sitting all over the house, and I didn’t want to put a damper on the dinner, even if Liz had hurt me. Dinner rolled around, and the table groaned beneath the weight of the food. My guests, John included, were digging in and singing praises for the food I had been cooking for most of the day.

“The food’s great, right? Everyone’s enjoying it?” John asked the table.

His uncle laughed and helped himself to another serving of roasted potatoes. “Why wouldn’t we enjoy my sister’s food?” my brother said.

“Because Liz said that the dinner might be ruined by Mom’s dishes. She wanted us to order in.”

“Nonsense!” my brother exclaimed, drowning his potatoes in gravy.

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Roasted potatoes | Source: Pexels

John looked at me and smiled. Which was when I realized that my sweet boy’s silence wasn’t meant to hurt me. No. He was trying to bide his time until he could teach Liz a lesson and embarrass her in front of our family.

Liz turned red from his comment as everyone stared at her. I’ll admit that I felt bad for her. It was her first Christmas with us, and already, it wasn’t looking promising.

Later on, when I was in the kitchen again, packing the dishwasher and emptying dishes of food, Liz came in.

“Kate, I’m sorry,” my daughter-in-law said. “I was so wrong to do what I did. I am sorry, please understand.”

“Understand what?” I asked her.

I did feel bad, yes. But I was still hurt.

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Loaded dishwasher | Source: Pexels

“I only said that because John loves your food. He always talks about how you make all these special things for him. I can’t make a basic mac and cheese without him saying yours is better. I looked at the food, smelt all the delicious smells from this kitchen, and panicked.”

“Liz, you should know that a boy and his mother’s food is a relationship in and of itself,” I laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. “I can teach you how to cook just like me. My mother taught me everything I know.”

“Really?” she asked. “Even after I’ve been so horrible?”

“Yes,” I said with a softening smile.

Then, I led her to the Christmas tree, ready to give Liz her present.

I still think the whole thing hurts me, but I’m grateful she didn’t say what she said for a nasty reason. Liz felt threatened by John’s relationship with my food instead of fostering a relationship with Liz’s cooking.

But I can teach her.

Christmas present wrapped with red thread | Source: Pexels

Christmas present wrapped with red thread | Source: Pexels

If the same thing had happened to you, what would you have done? Would you have been silent until the truth came out, like me? Or would you have retaliated immediately?

Millionaire Mocks Poor Woman with 3 Kids on Business Class Flight until Pilot Interrupts Him

A mother-of-three is criticized by a millionaire for traveling in business class, but all of his grievances are forgotten when the pilot greets them and makes a special announcement only for her.

“Aww! You can’t mean business! Is this where you’re forcing her to sit? You had better take action, Miss! A mother-of-three was approaching his nearby seats with a stewardess’s help, and Louis Newman moaned.

The stewardess apologized and showed him the tickets in her kind reply. We are unable to change the fact that Mrs. Debbie Brown and her kids have been given these seats. I would ask that you please assist us.

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“Miss, you’re not understanding! I have an important meeting with investors from overseas. I can’t afford to lose this contract since her kids will keep talking and creating sounds!

“Sir.” Debbie cut the stewardess off just as she was getting started. “Everything is OK. If the other people are willing to switch seats with my kids and me, I can sit somewhere else. For me, that is not a problem.

“That’s not at all, ma’am!” the hostess exclaimed. “You have the right to be here because you paid for the seat you’re in! It doesn’t matter if someone loves it or not, and mister,” she said, turning to face Louis, “I would like it if you could wait for the trip to be over.”

Rich businessman Louis Newman was displeased that the waitress had turned down his request, but he was more displeased that he had to take a seat next to a woman dressed cheaply on the aircraft, who didn’t seem to belong in business class.

After helping her kids firmly settle into their chairs, the mother sat next to him. He turned his face away and put on his AirPods to avoid being forced into conversation.

The flight took off as soon as the boarding procedure was over and everyone was seated in their designated seats. The kids started chirping with excitement as the plane took off because it was Debbie and her kids’ first time traveling in business class. Stacey, her daughter, exclaimed, “Mom!” “Look, we’re taking off at last! Happy!

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Some of the other passengers on the plane turned to stare at Stacey, smiling at her naivety, but Louis’s attitude was disdainful. He turned to face Debbie and whispered, “Listen.” Would you kindly ask your kids to keep quiet? I’m attending a meeting from here since I missed my last flight. I’m not looking for any form of interference.

Debbie graciously apologized and gestured for the kids to keep quiet. Debbie learned from Louis’s frequent mention of fabrics and the fact he carried a guidebook containing designs that he was a businessman primarily involved in the fabrics industry during their nearly two-hour encounter.

Debbie came up to Louis after his meeting was over and said, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Although Louis didn’t want to talk to her, he was relieved that his meeting had gone well and the investors had approved the agreement, so he swallowed his haughtiness. “Well…Yes, please proceed.

“I saw that you have a handbook with patterns and samples of fabrics. Do you have a job in the apparel sector?

“Oh, yeah…Indeed, that is a valid point. I run a clothes business in New York. A deal had just closed. It worked, even though I hadn’t really hoped it would.

Oh, how beautiful that is. Best wishes! Actually, I’m a Texas small-business owner. It is mostly a family event. My in-laws in New York started it. We just launched a location in Texas. I was quite amazed by the designs you were showcasing.

Louis laughed sarcastically at her. “Many thanks, dear! However, my company hires some of the top designers, and we recently struck a contract with the best design firm in the world, so the designs we produce are not like something from a little local or family store! A BRAND NEW? Really? He smirked and said enough to make fun of Debbie.

Debbie was embarrassed by his remark and said, “Oh, well,” but she remained composed. “I – I recognize. It must be a really significant issue for you.

“Something enormous?” Louis shook his head and grinned. It was a million-dollar deal, but a poor woman like you would never comprehend! He paused for a moment, then said, “Let me ask you this again.” “I mean, I saw all of your tickets.” You may be traveling with us in business class, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who should be here! Perhaps the next time, try economy and see who else has stores similar to yours.

By now Debbie’s patience was wearing thin. “Listen, sir,” she admonished. “I know I’m getting ahead of myself; it’s my first time flying in business class, and I had trouble figuring out the check-in procedure and everything,” the person said. Although he is traveling with us, my husband

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Before Debbie could say anything further, they arrived at JFK as announced over the intercom. But after making his announcement, Captain Tyler Brown, the pilot, had more to say before shutting off the intercom.

Additionally, I want to express my gratitude to each and every person traveling with us, especially my wife Debbie Brown. Debbie, my love, words cannot express how much your help means to me.

When Louis saw that Debbie’s husband was a pilot on the flight, his face flushed with shame and his heart missed a beat.

I was anxious because this was my first time piloting an A-class aircraft. I am grateful to my spouse for reassuring me that everything will work out and choosing to come along even though she is afraid of flying to soothe my concerns. I returned to work today after a protracted period of unemployed. Debbie has never complained about her circumstances, despite the fact that my wife and I have never had it easy and have faced many challenges in our life. I would thus like to pop the question to my wife once more on this flight on this day, which also happens to be the day we initially met—a date I think she has forgotten. Debbie, sweetheart, I adore you!

At this point, Tyler defied convention and exited the pilot’s cabin, popping the question to Debbie and putting a ring on her finger. “Mrs. Debbie Brown, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me again?”

Now Debbie and her kids had been the center of attention for everyone on the plane; they looked like the most gorgeous family imaginable. The passengers cheered as Debbie nodded yes through crying eyes, while Louis stood confused and ashamed. Debbie, nevertheless, would not stand by and let him get away with it. “A materialistic man like you, who only thinks about money, would never understand how it feels to have a loved one around you,” she stated to Louis as they were getting off the plane. Indeed, my spouse and I lead a modest life, but we take great pride in it!

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