When Ada’s husband’s family stopped having their traditional monthly dinners, she knew something was wrong. But what she discovered at a local restaurant changed her relationship with her in-laws and revealed a shocking truth about her sister-in-law. I have been married to Max for three years, and we dated for two years before that.
His family had this wonderful tradition where Max’s parents, his two brothers, and their partners would all get together for dinner once a month.
They had a particular restaurant they loved with warm lighting and cozy but fancy chairs that made every dinner feel special. I loved these gatherings.
The warm buzz of conversation, plates clinking, and laughter filling the air made me feel like I truly belonged. Until I didn’t.
Recently, the monthly dinners stopped and were replaced by Max’s sudden weekly work outings.
“Sorry, honey. This project is taking longer than I expected. I have another dinner with the partners and my coworkers again,” Max said one evening, adjusting his tie in our bedroom mirror.
I sat on the edge of our bed, watching him.
“That’s the third time this week. Is everything okay at the office?”
“Yeah, yeah.
We just need to close this deal, and these people love talking about business while eating, so I can’t skip these,” he clarified but wouldn’t meet my eyes in the mirror. This had never happened before.
While I wasn’t suspicious of him exactly, something felt off.
We’d been having some relationship issues lately, nothing major, just that distance that sometimes creeps in when you both get too busy with life. Our easy conversations had shortened, and our usually comfortable silences had become awkward. “Maybe we could have dinner together tomorrow night?” I suggested.
“I could cook that pasta you like.”
“I can’t tomorrow.
There’s another meeting, and I’m sure it’ll go long.” He kissed my forehead quickly. “Don’t wait up.”
I let him go without another word because honestly, I knew the project was real.
But I was starting to feel… lonely. One evening, days later, I got tired of sitting alone at home, so I decided to meet my girlfriends at a local café.
I was laughing with them and thinking about how long it had been since I felt so lighthearted when I turned to the window.
The restaurant across the street was Max’s family’s favorite spot for monthly dinners. The food there was incredible. Maybe, for our next girlfriend gathering, I would suggest going there instead.
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