Every holiday, visiting my in-laws meant smiling, nodding, and keeping things pleasant, no matter the tension beneath. That year, the living room was decorated, but I felt fragile. When my mother-in-law called for a “prayer,” I expected something brief. Instead, she spoke about hopes for careers, families, and traditions—words that felt heavy and uncomfortable. Silence fell as everyone listened, eyes lowered. I sat there, trying to stay calm, feeling singled out.
Though the moment passed, the air was thick with unspoken feelings. I told myself to let it go, reminding myself holidays are complicated, and people express concern imperfectly. Yet, the quiet acceptance from everyone made it harder to ignore.Then, my husband surprised me. He stood calmly, coat in hand, and spoke with respect but firmness. He said the holidays should bring people together, not make anyone feel small or judged.
