He reaches up and puts a hand on your arm as you abruptly stand up from your chair at the dinner table. His eyes go from you to his mother to back to you with an anxious look. Oh... and his mother has the audacity to continue to cut at her dry-ass porkchop like she didn't just compare you to your husband's ex.

C'mon, meu amor... she didn't mean it. Certo, mãe?

His mother continues sawing with her knife and his father just sits there, eyes down as he stares at his untouched food.