He Threw Away My Father's Love,So I Threw Away the MarriageChapter 1
When my father found out I was pregnant and craving braised pork, he made a whole batch at home and traveled all the way here to bring it to me. But when he plated the food, he accidentally used a dish my mother-in-law had just bought.
The moment she found out, she flew into a rage and slapped the back of his hand.
"That is a fine porcelain plate my son brought back from his trip. I don't even use it myself, and you had the nerve to pile your slop on it."
"A perfectly good piece of art, ruined because of you!"
My father froze where he stood. His hand was bleeding where a shard had cut him, but all he did was keep his head down and apologize.
I looked at my husband, sure he would stand up for my dad.
Instead, he said:
"Dad, my mom's words might be rough, but she's got a point."
"Parents need to understand boundaries."
"As a guest, touching our things without permission is basically stealing. You know that, right?"
And to make sure my father "learned his lesson,"
the very next second,
right in front of my dad, he grabbed the pot with the rest of the braised pork and slammed it upside down into the trash can.