My MIL Called Me Ungrateful for Not Eating Food She Cooked While I Was on a Pre-Surgery Diet, and My Husband Backed Her Up

When Mel has surgery scheduled, she has no choice but to follow a strict diet in preparation. But one day, her mother-in-law shows up, ready to cook up a storm and disrespect Mel’s new regime. Soon, tempers flare…

My husband, Dave, and I have always had a solid relationship. Sure, like most couples, there are ups and downs, but we handle them pretty well in general.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

Except when it comes to his mom, Margaret.

Margaret has a knack for inserting herself into our lives, often under the pretense of being helpful. She’ll just drop by unannounced, often claiming to be worried about how I’m taking care of her son.

“Mel, it’s just my mom’s way of showing her love,” Dave would say, dismissing it all. “She’s always been so dramatic, and that’s just one of those things.”

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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

But to me, it just felt invasive.

Recently, things took quite a turn for the worse. I have a chronic condition that requires surgery on my spine. As a result, my doctor has put me on a strict pre-surgery diet.

“It’s not going to be great, Mel,” he told me when I went for my last check-up. “But it’s necessary, I promise you. We need you to cut down on your body weight so that after the surgery, the stress on your spine will be less.”

A woman sitting at a doctor's office | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting at a doctor’s office | Source: Midjourney

I understood the assignment, and I was committed to my health.

“Look, honey,” I told Dave when I went home after my appointment. “You don’t have to change your diet at all. I’ll still get you everything you want to eat, and cook what you want, too. But there’s a bunch of food that I have to avoid.”

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A couple standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“No,” my husband reassured me. “I’ll do it with you. Just put the list of forbidden items on the fridge, and I’ll know what to avoid.”

I had to admit, I was surprised by Dave. This man loved his fried food. The greasier the better when it came to my husband’s diet. But this change was good for both of us, and I loved that he was being supportive.

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Notes on a fridge | Source: Midjourney

So, we began diligently avoiding sugar, limiting carbs, and eating lots of greens and lean proteins. It was quite a lifestyle change, because now I had to be strict about everything I put into my mouth. But I knew that it was going to be worth it in the end.

But then, Margaret turned up like a storm about the disrupt our peace.

Last weekend, as I was reading in our home office, Margaret showed up with bags full of groceries.

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A person holding a grocery bag | Source: Midjourney

Without even asking, she started preparing Dave’s favorite meal: fried chicken, mashed potatoes drenched in butter, and a decadent chocolate cake.

“Do you need any help?” I asked her when I realized that she was about to cook up a storm.

“No, darling,” she said. “You go and relax; I’m fine here.”

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An older woman cooking | Source: Midjourney

So, I let her take over the kitchen. The aroma filled the house, and I felt my stomach rumble. But I knew that I couldn’t eat any of it. On one hand, I felt that Margaret was being inappropriate, but on the other hand, I was glad that Dave was getting some good food that he enjoyed.

When dinner was ready, I politely declined.

A plate of fried chicken | Source: Midjourney

A plate of fried chicken | Source: Midjourney

“I’m really sorry, Margaret,” I began while taking out my salad greens and leftover grilled chicken from the fridge.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking at the food that I laid out on the counter, ready to make myself dinner.

“There’s more than enough food, Mel. You don’t need to make more,” she huffed.

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A woman looking into a fridge | Source: Midjourney

“I’m just making my dinner,” I said slowly. “As incredible as your meal smells and looks, I can’t eat any of it. I’m on a strict diet for my surgery. I cannot afford to have any slip-ups.”

Instead of understanding the situation like any rational person, my mother-in-law’s face twisted in displeasure.

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An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, come on, Mel,” she said. “I worked really hard on this meal. Just a little won’t hurt.”

“I appreciate it, and I’m so grateful that you’re here and that you cooked this meal for Dave, but I just cannot risk it. This surgery is too important,” I insisted.

Cue the meltdown.

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A close-up of an expressionless woman | Source: Midjourney

She started muttering under her breath about how ungrateful I was, making a big show of serving Dave a heaping plate of food. I felt a knot form in my stomach, not from hunger, but from the tension.

Then, she turned to Dave.

“Isn’t it a shame? I go through all this trouble, and she can’t even try a bite of it.”

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A plate of food | Source: Midjourney

I looked at my husband, expecting him to defend me. Instead, he shrugged and put a forkful of mashed potato into his mouth.

“Maybe just have a small bite, honey,” he said with his mouth full. “Just be polite. Have a piece of chicken and some mash.”

I couldn’t believe it. He was the person who didn’t mind changing up his diet and his routine because he wanted to support me. What was this? What was this change of behavior?

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A man eating at the table | Source: Midjourney

“Dave, you know I can’t. It’s not just about being polite. It’s about my health. You know I only have a few weeks to get ready.”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed as she picked up a plate for herself.

“It’s just one meal, Melissa. I don’t see what the big deal is. Is that really how you speak to my son? And you’re making me feel like my food isn’t good enough for you.”

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A close-up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney

“That’s not it at all, Margaret,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I’m sure the food is delicious as always, but I need to be strict here. I cannot afford any setbacks. This is my spine we’re talking about!”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “You’re just being overly dramatic. People have been eating real food like this for centuries without all these modern health scares.”

I could feel the heat rise in my blood. My anger was building, and so was my disappointment.

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A close-up of an angry woman | Source: Midjourney

But before things could escalate further, the doorbell rang.

It was George, my father-in-law, dropping by to pick up some tools. He walked into the kitchen just as Margaret was going on about how I was “too good” for her cooking.

George surveyed the scene quickly and then looked directly at Margaret.

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A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

“Margaret, you know she’s on a diet for her surgery. This isn’t about politeness or niceties. It’s about Mel’s health. She has been trying to sort out her spine issues for years now, Marg, you know this,” he said. “You need to respect that.”

Margaret opened her mouth to argue, but George didn’t give her a chance.

“If you can’t respect their boundaries, maybe you should stop coming over unannounced.”

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An older woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

I was stunned.

George had never intervened in these situations before, and to see him take such a strong stance was both surprising and incredibly comforting.

Margaret stormed out of the dining room, clearly upset, but George stayed behind.

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An upset woman storming out | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, gosh,” my husband muttered, putting his piece of chicken down as he pushed his chair back to run after his mother.

George turned to me with a kind smile.

“You did the right thing. Don’t worry about Margaret; she’ll come around,” he said. “Your health is so important.”

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A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

Dave came running back in, looking thoroughly chastened.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said anything or tried to force you to eat any of this. I just didn’t want to upset Mom, but I realize now that I should have supported you.”

George nodded approvingly.

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A man sitting at a table and holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“You’re right, Dave. This is your family, and you need to prioritize your wife’s well-being.”

“Please, you two carry on eating,” I said, returning to the kitchen. “I’m going to make some salad.”

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A salad with grilled chicken on a counter | Source: Midjourney

While I was in the kitchen, I saw Margaret sitting on the bench outside. I could have gone to her, but I hated the way she had spoken to me.

Later, after the three of us had eaten, George took Margaret home.

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An older woman outside | Source: Midjourney

As we got into bed, Dave apologized to me again and promised to be more supportive in the future.

It felt good to clear the air, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Before they left, Margaret had just walked past us, not even saying goodbye.

Anyway, I still had bigger things to worry about. My surgery was more important.

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A couple sitting in bed together | Source: Midjourney

Nurse believed that the young girl’s family was not aware of what she did daily

One of the worse things is cancer, even more so when it’s concerning children.

Jonathan and Shelby thought that their daughter, Sophie, who is two years old, was suffering from allergies. She was finding it hard to breathe and her doctor thought it might be asthma. Unfortunately, it was soon going to be evident that it was much worse!

The little girl, Sophie was set to have an allergy test a few day later, but she didn’t get to take that test.

One night she stopped breathing…

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For every parent it’s a worse case scenario, Her parents ran to call an ambulance and within minutes they were on their way to the hospital.

It was just at that moment that doctors finally confirmed that Sophie had a condition that was much worse than just asthma or allergies. She had developed cancer, a T-cell lymphoma.

Sophie has since then spent many months in hospital having chemotherapy, even though fighting it hard the cancer spread.

The treatment affected her ability to talk, walk, use her hands to eat, her tiny body is going through the preparations for a stem cell operation.

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Shelby is keeping a constant watch over her daughter and is by her side constantly. So many times Shelby forgets to take care of herself, it’s just the only thought she has, to get Sophie better!

Jonathan and Shelby have created a Facebook page to record Sophie’s fight against the disease, they want friends and family alike to have an easy method to see updates on how Sophie is getting along. The page is called Sophie The Brave.

It’s not just family that follows the page, there are over 12,000 people following Sophie’s fight.

There is one post on the page that has especially been welcomed. Moms with sick children will also relate, very likely, to what Shelby’s said.

Shelby wrote:

“I see you. I sit on this couch all day long and, I see you. You try so hard to be unnoticed by me and my child. I see your face drop a little when she sees you and cries. You try so many ways to ease her fears and win her over. I see you hesitate to stick her or pull bandaids off. You say ‘No owies’ and ‘I’m sorry’ more times in one day than most people say ‘thank you’..”

“I see all of those rubber bracelets on your arms and wrapped around your stethoscope, each one for a child that you’ve cared for and loved. I see you stroke her little bald head and tuck her covers around her tightly. I see you holding the crying mom that got bad news.I see you trying to chart on the computer while holding the baby whose mom can’t-or won’t be at the hospital with her.”

“You put aside what’s happening in your life for 12 hours straight to care for very sick and something’s dying children. You go into each room with a smile no matter what’s happening in there. You see Sophie’s name on the schedule and come to check on us even when she isn’t your patient. You call the doctor, blood bank, and pharmacy as many times as necessary to get my child what she needs in a timely manner. You check on me as often as you check on her. You sit and listen to me ramble for 10 minutes even though your phone is buzzing and your to do list is a mile long.

“I see you. We all see you. No amount of snack baskets or cards can fully express how appreciated you are. You are Jesus to us every single day. Our children wouldn’t get what they need without you. Moms like me wouldn’t feel sane or heard without you. You save our babies and we couldn’t do this without you.”

Shelby got 26,000 likes on her post, its easy to see and understand why, all the amazing people at the hospital, the nurses, all deserve to be thanked and recognized for their great work.

Let’s all hope and pray that Sophie makes a fast recovery, and as it happens the family got some really great news, Sophie’s cancer is almost all gone!

Let’s also share Shelby’s words about the nursery and hospital staff so that more and more people can hear about the amazing work they do.

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