When my son Dan remarried after losing his wife, I hoped his new wife, Laurel, would be kind to his daughter, Mary. Sadly, Laurel’s “politeness” was only for show. Behind closed doors, she belittled Mary’s clothes, schoolwork, and even her late mother. I stayed silent, fearing conflict, until Laurel crossed a line at her 40th birthday party. Mary had saved for weeks to buy her a handwoven shawl, but when Laurel opened it, she mocked the gift in front of everyone, calling it “ugly” and “cheap.”
That was my breaking point. I stood up, announced I had a “special gift” for Laurel, and handed her an envelope—plane tickets to Hawaii. But instead of giving them to her, I told the room they were for me and Mary, explaining that I wouldn’t stay silent while my granddaughter was humiliated. Laurel was left speechless as we walked out, hand in hand, past a table of stunned guests.