“This won’t take long,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “I just want to make sure we all understood what happened here tonight.”
“What happened,” Marlene said with exasperation, “was a family dinner where necessary boundaries were set. Boundaries that frankly should have been set a long time ago.”
“Boundaries,” I repeated, savoring the word. “How interesting. Like the boundary of not giving me food because I’m not valuable enough to share the table.”
Michael blushed. “Mom, I already explained that.”
“You explained nothing,” I interrupted him, and for the first time all night, my voice had an edge. “You sat me at a table, gave me water, and let me watch all of you eat lobster while you told me I don’t deserve a place in this family.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Marleene muttered, crossing her arms.
“Exaggerating?” I said, looking directly at her. “Tell me, Marlene, what do you call it when you invite someone to dinner and deprive them of food? What do you call it when you deliberately humiliate someone in front of others? What do you call it when you tell a mother she isn’t good enough to see her own granddaughter?”