{"id":1737,"date":"2024-12-05T13:33:30","date_gmt":"2024-12-05T13:33:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=1737"},"modified":"2024-12-05T13:33:40","modified_gmt":"2024-12-05T13:33:40","slug":"my-son-refused-to-eat-during-our-thanksgiving-dinner-when-i-asked-why-he-said-grandma-told-me-the-truth-about-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/1737","title":{"rendered":"My Son Refused to Eat During Our Thanksgiving Dinner \u2013 When I Asked Why, He Said, \u2018Grandma Told Me the Truth About You\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This Thanksgiving started with a hard-earned feast, but my son refused to eat and wouldn\u2019t tell me why. Later, his heartbreaking confession revealed how one family member had shattered his trust and ours.\n

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Life isn\u2019t easy right now, but everyone does their best to make it work. My husband, Mark, and I try to focus on what really matters: creating a happy home for our 8-year-old son, Ethan.\n\n

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A cute boy\n\n\n

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This year, we were determined to give him a Thanksgiving to remember, even though money\u2019s been tight. We were also hosting our mother, so I wanted it to be nice.\n\n

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Luckily, we managed to stretch our budget and pulled off a feast. The turkey came out golden and juicy, the mashed potatoes were fluffy, and Ethan\u2019s favorite pumpkin pie was chilling in the fridge. I was proud of what we\u2019d accomplished despite rising prices.\n\n

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\"Thanksgiving\n\n

Thanksgiving food on a table\n\n\n

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Everything seemed fine until dinner. Ethan sat at the table, unusually quiet while staring at his plate. That kid often bounces with excitement for Thanksgiving.\n\n

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\u201cSweetie,\u201d I said gently, trying not to sound worried, \u201cyou\u2019re not eating. Is everything okay?\u201d\n\n

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He shrugged, barely looking up. \u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d he mumbled.\n\n

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A sad boy at a dinner table\n\n\n

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Mark shot me a questioning look across the table. I shrugged back, unsure what was going on. Our son was not the kind of kid to hold back if something was bothering him, but with my mom at the table, maybe he didn\u2019t feel like talking.\n\n

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She\u2019s not exactly the warmest presence.\n\n

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I decided not to push it during dinner. \u201cAlright,\u201d I said softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. \u201cBut let me know if that changes, okay?\u201d\n\n

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Ethan nodded, but the look on his face stayed with me. Something was wrong.\n\n

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A worried woman at the dinner table\n\n\n

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After dinner, my son skipped dessert.\u00a0Skipped. Dessert.\u00a0That\u2019s like the sun deciding not to rise.\n\n

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Meanwhile, my mom didn\u2019t notice or didn\u2019t care. She stayed for another hour, and for some reason, she nitpicked the meal we\u2019d had tirelessly saved for and worked so hard to make.\n\n

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She complained about the fact that we made mac and cheese from a box, which is Ethan\u2019s favorite, or it used to be, I guess.\n\n

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Mac and cheese\n\n\n

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Apparently, we should\u2019ve bought the good cheese and real macaroni from the store, considering Thanksgiving was such a special occasion.\n\n

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At one point, tears pricked my eyes because this had been such a sacrifice. I wanted to yell that between her and Ethan\u2019s strange attitude, Thanksgiving had been ruined.\n\n

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But I bit my tongue, nodding to appease her. When she finally left, I headed straight for my son\u2019s room.\n\n

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A woman looking sad during Thanksgiving dinner\n\n\n

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Mark followed, just as worried as I was. Ethan was curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow.\n\n

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\u201cSweetie?\u201d I said softly, sitting beside him. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, honey? You\u2019ve been so quiet today. You didn\u2019t eat your favorite mac and cheese, and you didn\u2019t want pumpkin pie.\u201d\n\n

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He looked at me with teary eyes. \u201cGrandma told me the truth about you,\u201d he whispered.\n\n

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My stomach dropped. \u201cWhat truth?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.\n\n

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A woman looking worried in a child\u2019s bedroom\n\n\n

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He hesitated, then blurted out, \u201cShe said you and Dad are losers! She said we\u2019re poor, and that\u2019s why we can\u2019t have a real Thanksgiving.\u201d\n\n

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My body froze, but my eyes widened. I could almost hear the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces, like a vase thrown deliberately at the wall.\n\n

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\u201cWhen did your grandmother say these things?\u201d I finally asked in a whisper.\n\n

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\u201cLast week, when she picked me up from school,\u201d he replied as the tears wet his pillow.\n\n

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A kid in bed looking sad\n\n\n

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Mark knelt next to me, and I saw his jaw tightening. \u201cEthan,\u201d he said gently, \u201cGrandma shouldn\u2019t have said that to you.\u201d\n\n

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Our son sniffled, and his small hands gripped the blanket tighter. \u201cShe also said Dad\u2019s lazy and doesn\u2019t make enough money. And that you\u2019re\u2026 not good at taking care of me.\u201d\n\n

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I could barely breathe.\n\n

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Luckily, Mark was more composed. He started rubbing Ethan\u2019s back, speaking in a calm but firm voice. \u201cBuddy, none of that is true. Your mom and I work hard to give you everything we can because we love you so much.\u201d\n\n

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A man looking worried as he leans over a bed\n\n\n

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\u201cBut she said we\u2019re not a real family,\u201d our son continued. \u201cBecause we don\u2019t have the stuff other people have.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cListen to me, sweetie,\u201d I said hoarsely. \u201cGrandma is wrong. What makes a family real isn\u2019t money or stuff. It\u2019s love. And we have so much of that.\u201d\n\n

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Mark chimed in, nodding. \u201cPeople can and will say hurtful things, even people we love. But your mother\u2019s right. What matters is how we treat each other, and I think we\u2019re the luckiest family in the world because we\u2019re together and healthy.\u201d\n\n

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A man leaning over a bed\n\n\n

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\u201cReally?\u201d Ethan asked.\n\n

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\u201cYes!\u201d Mark and I said in unison, and then I continued. \u201cListen, baby. We\u2019re going to talk to Grandma. But she won\u2019t be picking you up anymore. We all need a break from her, I think.\u201d\n\n

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Ethan bit his lip for a second before his tiny smile emerged.\n\n

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\u201cAll good now?\u201d Mark asked, tilting his head.\n\n

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Our son lifted his upper body slightly and looked at us expectantly. \u201cCan I have some pumpkin pie now?\u201d\n\n

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A kid looking happy lying in bed\n\n\n

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Mark and I released a sigh of relief.\n\n

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We went out to the kitchen, and Ethan acted like he\u2019d never eaten before. He devoured his mac and cheese, a bit of the turkey, and even some green beans before inhaling his piece of pumpkin pie.\n\n

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He fell asleep on the couch a second after he finished, and we carried him to his room.\n\n

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Once we were inside our bedroom, Mark and I agreed on what we would say to my mother almost immediately. He was so angry that there was no other choice.\n\n

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The next morning, I woke up ready, but nervous. I called my mom over, and she arrived, looking smug and carrying that air of superiority that I\u2019d ignored most of my life.\n\n\n

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I just couldn\u2019t let it go now that it had affected my son.\n\n

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\u201cWhy did you invite me over? We saw each other last night, and I definitely don\u2019t want leftovers from that meal\u201d she chuckled without humor, sitting down on our armchair and not even saying hello to Mark.\n\n

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A woman sitting on an armchair\n\n\n

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Her comment was perfect because it assured me that I was making the right choice.\n\n

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So, I didn\u2019t waste more time. \u201cEthan told us what you said to him last week,\u201d I began. \u201cAbout Mark and me and our family.\u201d\n\n

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Her eyebrows shot up. \u201cOh, that? I was just being honest,\u201d she said, waving a hand dismissively. \u201cHe needs to understand how the real world works.\u201d\n\n

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Mark\u2019s voice was sharp. \u201cTelling an 8-year-old that his parents are losers is your idea of honesty?\u201d\n\n

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She rolled her eyes. \u201cOh, come on. I was just preparing him for reality. He needs to know life isn\u2019t all sunshine and rainbows.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWhat he needs is love and support,\u201d I snapped. \u201cNot your judgmental comments. Do you have any idea how much you hurt him? Did you even notice he wasn\u2019t eating last night?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to hurt him,\u201d she said, looking annoyed. \u201cBut really\u2026 it\u2019s just the truth. You can\u2019t provide enough. He should have more.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMore?\u201d Mark said, standing and pacing the living room. \u201cWe work hard to give Ethan a good life. All he needs is us by his side. You don\u2019t get to tear our family down just because you think we don\u2019t measure up to your standards.\u201d\n\n

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Mom\u2019s face turned red. \u201cThings wouldn\u2019t be this way if Umma had listened,\u201d she retorted and turned her angry eyes to me. \u201cIf you had married the man I wanted for you, none of this would\u2019ve happened.\u201d\n\n

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I saw that my husband was about to explode, so I stood and spoke first. \u201cThat\u2019s enough. Get out of my house! Until you can show us all the respect we deserve, we\u2019re cutting you off.\u201d\n\n

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Her jaw tightened. \u201cWhat? You can\u2019t do that!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYes, we can,\u201d Mark said, walking to our front door and opening it wide. \u201cWe might be losers, but this is our house, and we\u2019ve had enough of you.\u201d\n\n

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Mom looked at me one more time, but I only raised my eyebrows expectantly.\n\n

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A woman with arms crossed in a living room\n\n\n

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With a huff, she grabbed her purse and stormed out. Mark slammed the door behind her and barked a laugh.\n\n

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I didn\u2019t, but I felt a weight off my shoulders.\n\n

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Since then, our son has been thriving. It\u2019s a little hard not being able to ask my mom to pick Ethan up, but we arranged a carpool schedule with other moms.\n\n

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Weeks later, on an evening close to Christmas, I confirmed that this had been the right decision while baking cookies\u00a0from a box mix. Ethan looked up at me with a big smile.\n\n

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\u201cMom, I think our family is the best,\u201d he said.\n\n

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My throat felt too tight as I smiled back. \u201cMe too, buddy. Me too.\u201d\n\n

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I don\u2019t know if my mom will ever make her way back into our lives, but so far, she hasn\u2019t even tried. Her pride and toxicity don\u2019t allow her to see the big picture or what truly matters in life.\n\n

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My advice is: Protect your kids, even if you have to pull away from other family members. The holidays should be joyful, not a source of stress and tears. Do what\u2019s best for your household.\n\n

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A happy family on Christmas\n\n\n

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n

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The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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