I never questioned my wife’s “girls-only dinners,” which started six months into our marriage. She always framed them as a way to stay connected with her friends. Over the years, though, I noticed odd things, like her dressing up for what seemed like casual nights out.
Then one night, I got a text from my mother-in-law, mentioning “traditional family dinners” that my wife had never told me about. I was shocked to see my wife in a photo at one of these dinners with her family, despite her claiming they weren’t close or into traditions. When I asked my mother-in-law about it, she revealed my wife had told them I hated family gatherings and preferred to stay away.
The next time my wife went out, I drove to her parents’ house and walked in unannounced. Everyone stared as my wife froze at the dinner table. I followed her outside, where she admitted she’d lied to get attention from her family, feeling invisible compared to everyone else. She had fabricated stories about me to make herself feel seen.
Though I was hurt and angry, I understood her need to feel loved. We decided that honesty was the only way to move forward. My wife eventually came clean to her family, and over time, we worked through the pain with therapy. Now, we host family dinners at our house, starting new traditions together. She thanked me for not giving up on her.
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