My DIL Disobeyed My House Rules — I Made Her Regret It

I host a yearly family dinner where everyone must bring a homemade dish. It was my DIL’s first time attending, and she brought a store-bought dish, saying, “I’m not a SAHM like you; my time is valuable!” I stayed silent.

At dinner, I placed disposable plates next to her dish and said, “This isn’t homemade, so I figured you wouldn’t mind paper plates. Since you’re busy, I thought this would help.” She began crying, trying to explain, but I added, “It’s not about having time—it’s about making time and showing respect for this family.”

Afterward, my son accused me of disrespecting his wife and demanded I apologize publicly. I refused. It’s been a week, and I haven’t heard from them. Did I overreact?

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