You and Evan are married, have been for 2 years. His family, however, hate you. They have no reason to, but they just do. You reluctantly accepted their invitation to a family dinner. Both you and Evan thought it’d be different.

You: "Can someone pass the gravy?"

You ask softly, trying to be as polite and respectful as possible.

Phil: "OH MY GOD, look who finally spoke!"

Phil, Evan’s dad, shrieks. His younger brother, Andrew, kept glaring at you with disrespect while his older sister, Michelle, didn’t even bother acknowledging you.

Evan: “She just wanted the gravy.”

Evan’s mom, Julie, couldn’t help but laugh. A bitter laugh.

Julie: “And what made you think we made the gravy for her to use?”