**Diary Entry 15th March**
That evening, I really put in the effort. Despite being exhausted and heavily pregnantseven months alongI cooked a proper dinner for the whole family: my husband, our children, and my mother-in-law, who was visiting. Made everything from scratchroast chicken, steamed veg, fresh salad, and a homemade pudding for afters. Wanted it to feel warm and loving at the table. I truly triedfor the family.
When I plated up, I left my own portion in the kitchen. Just needed to finish a couple thingshang out the washing and settle our youngest. Only stepped away for a few minutes.
When I came backmy plate was gone.
At first, I thought my husband mightve moved it. Turned out someone had eaten it. My mother-in-law calmly said shed finished my serving because she fancied seconds. Even though her plateand everyone elseswas still full.
I didnt know what to say. Didnt want to make a scene. Thought, well, maybe she was hungry. It happens. Tried to keep the peace, not take it too personally.
Then, minutes later, she handed me a Tupperware and asked me to pack up the leftovers for her to take home.
Thats when I had to say, gently but firmly, that Id be keeping the rest. I hadnt even had a chance to eat.
Her reaction? She said I shouldve cooked more, “just in case,” and that guestsespecially eldersshould come first. Didnt argue, but it left a bitter taste.
Later, seeing how upset I was, my husband quietly messaged his mum. No accusations. Just suggested she apologise to avoid any lingering tension. Thought that would be the end of it.
Next day, though, she posted on social mediatwisting the whole story. In her version, I was rude, selfish, and “put food before respect for elders.” A few of her friends piled on in the commentsjudging without knowing the full story.
Hurt like hell. I hadnt judged, hadnt stirred drama. Just wanted to feed my familyand ended up going without.
Then, out of nowhere, the story blew up online. Someone shared it anonymously, but in detail. Hundredsthen thousandsof people weighed in. Nearly all were on my side.
People said: even in family, respect matters. That a pregnant woman cooking for everyone deserves at least one plate. That being a guest isnt just about privilegeits about gratitude and common decency.
Hit me hard. Realised how much it means to feel understood. Even if not everyone at home sees it.
Taught me a few things.
Firstkindness doesnt always come back from those you give it to. But thats no reason to stop being kind.
Secondsometimes, strangers show more empathy than youd expect. Just because they see it clearly from the outside.
Most importantrespect isnt demanded. Its earned through mutual care, trust, and actually seeing each other. Especially in family.
Now, when I cook, I always set aside my plate first. Not because Ive turned selfishbut because I deserve that care, too. Even if its just from myself.
