My MIL Kicked Me Out of Thanksgiving Dinner for Bringing a Store-Bought Pie — Karma Didn’t Let It Slide

Overwhelmed by new motherhood at forty, all Clem could manage for her mother-in-law Brenda’s perfect Thanksgiving dinner was a store-bought pie. Unimpressed, Brenda humiliated her in front of the guests and sent her packing. But when James, Clem’s husband, returned unexpectedly, karma stepped in. What began as a Thanksgiving disaster evolved into a reckoning for Brenda and the surprising start of a stronger family bond.

Motherhood at forty is no joke. People love to romanticize the late-in-life baby glow, but the reality? My glow was mostly sweat from trying to survive on three hours of sleep and caffeine I barely had time to finish.

Between the midnight cries, endless diaper changes, and the mental gymnastics of keeping another human alive, I’d lost all sense of time.

A woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

I hadn’t felt like myself in weeks. So, when Thanksgiving rolled around, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to tackle my mother-in-law Brenda’s Martha Stewart-level expectations.

Brenda’s Thanksgiving wasn’t just a dinner; it was a performance. She’s the kind of woman who obsesses over place settings, insists on family members contributing elaborate dishes, and still finds time to “graciously” host.

Normally, I’d step up and make something. Pies, casseroles, tarts, cheesecakes, you name it. But this year?

A cheesecake on a stand | Source: Midjourney

A cheesecake on a stand | Source: Midjourney

This year, I grabbed a store-bought pumpkin pie on the way to her house and called it a win.

Look, I knew that it wasn’t going to go down well. But I didn’t really care. After a year of IVF treatments, a pregnancy that was high-risk, and a baby who zapped my energy instantaneously, I was exhausted. Brenda would be fine.

Right?

A pumpkin pie in a box | Source: Midjourney

A pumpkin pie in a box | Source: Midjourney

I arrived balancing the baby strapped to my chest, a diaper bag slung over one shoulder, and the pie in one precarious hand. I felt like a walking circus act. Brenda opened the door, her smile tight, as it usually was when I showed up solo.

But it wasn’t my fault that James had been called onto a last-minute business trip.

Brenda’s eyes roamed me from head to toe. And when they finally landed on the pie, that smile fell faster than my self-esteem on a bad day.

“Clem, what’s this?” she asked, her voice clipped.

A baby strapped to her mom | Source: Midjourney

A baby strapped to her mom | Source: Midjourney

“Pumpkin pie, Brenda,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “I bought it from the artisanal bakery. I didn’t have time to bake anything…”

She cut me off with a sharp sigh.

“You couldn’t even make a simple dessert, Clem? Everyone else managed, and they all have jobs and children.”

The interior of a bakery | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a bakery | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard, trying to explain how hard things had been with James out of town for work. And the fact that everyone else had kids above five years old. Eve, my daughter, was the youngest, at four months old.

“It’s been a little chaotic, Brenda. Between the night feeds and just… surviving, I didn’t have the bandwidth to make anything.”

She raised a hand, silencing me mid-sentence.

An annoyed older woman | Source: Midjourney

An annoyed older woman | Source: Midjourney

“This is just lazy, Clementine,” she declared, loud enough for the entire house to hear. “You’re a mother now. You need to learn how to handle your responsibilities. James deserves so much better. Honestly. This baby deserves so much better.”

I felt my face flush with anger and humiliation. Where was the doting grandmother who ignored everyone else except the new baby? Where was the supportive mother-in-law who wanted to make sure that I was okay and managing?

An upset woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

The guests around us stopped their casual conversations and went eerily silent. Brenda’s best friend coughed awkwardly, while James’ sister, Sarah, shot me a wide-eyed look as if to say, What is she doing?

But still, no one stepped in. Not even to come and take my baby from me. Instead, I was holding Eve and the pumpkin pie, while the diaper bag lay at my feet.

A baby bag | Source: Midjourney

A baby bag | Source: Midjourney

Then Brenda delivered her final blow.

“Maybe you should go home and think about your priorities, Clem. And there’s really no point to you being here. James isn’t here anyway.”

She was kicking me out. Over a pie. What was wrong with this woman?

The baby, as if on cue, let out a sharp cry. My hands shook as I tried to adjust the straps on the carrier, fumbling to grab my things. Eve was hungry. I told myself that I didn’t need this.

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t need Brenda’s approval. But tears blurred my vision as I headed for the door, cradling my baby and piecing together what shred of dignity I had left.

Before I could leave, the door swung open.

Standing there was James, suitcase in hand, and his dad, Frank, carrying a bag of last-minute groceries that Brenda must have needed.

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An open front door | Source: Midjourney

Apparently, my husband had cut his trip short to surprise me for Thanksgiving, and Frank had gone to pick him up.

“I couldn’t miss Thanksgiving with my two favorite girls,” James said, setting his suitcase and the diaper bag to the side. “Especially with it being Eve’s first Thanksgiving.”

I sighed, which forced James to look at me. Like, truly look at me.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

“What’s going on?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked from my tear-streaked face to Brenda’s defiant posture.

Brenda straightened, clearly caught off guard.

“Your wife brought a store-bought pie,” she started, her voice tinged with indignation. “It’s disrespectful.”

Frank let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Disrespectful? Brenda, half the dishes on this table were ordered because you didn’t know how to cook vegetarian dishes for Sarah.”

He gestured toward Sarah, who had suddenly become very interested in her wine glass.

Brenda’s face turned bright red.

Vegetarian meals on a counter | Source: Midjourney

Vegetarian meals on a counter | Source: Midjourney

“That’s… different,” she stammered.

“No, it’s not,” James said, stepping closer to me. “Mom, you kicked my wife out over a pie? She’s been handling everything on her own while I’ve been gone, and this is how you treat her? Unbelievable. Disappointing. Have you even held Eve since Clem brought her over?”

The baby let out another small whimper as if punctuating James’ words. Brenda opened her mouth, but for once, no words came out.

Finally, she muttered something.

A woman holding a crying baby | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a crying baby | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t hear that,” James said.

“I said I’m sorry,” she snapped.

Then she turned to me, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Please stay, Clem,” she said.

I glanced at James, who gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

A woman cuddling her baby | Source: Midjourney

A woman cuddling her baby | Source: Midjourney

“Let me just feed Eve upstairs and I’ll leave,” I said.

“Honey, stay,” he whispered. “For me, please.”

His eyes softened as he bent to kiss Eve’s head.

So I stayed.

A couple holding their baby | Source: Midjourney

A couple holding their baby | Source: Midjourney

The rest of the dinner was painfully awkward. Brenda avoided me, sticking to the far side of the table like I might infect her with store-bought shame. Sarah quietly refilled my glass of grape juice when she thought no one was looking, and Frank made a point of chatting with me about anything other than pies.

James continued to pile my plate with turkey and roast potatoes, and a cheesy broccoli casserole that I loved, too.

Finally, I felt seen.

A glass of juice on a table | Source: Midjourney

A glass of juice on a table | Source: Midjourney

After everyone left, Brenda found me in the kitchen. Eve was asleep and James and I didn’t want to wake her up, so, I was clearing out the kitchen. Brenda’s demeanor was softer now, almost hesitant as she walked in.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It wasn’t fair,” she glanced down, fidgeting with the hem of her apron. “I’ve just been stressed out about hosting, and I took it out on you. That was wrong.”

A woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

The apology surprised me.

I wanted to lash out, to tell her how humiliating everything had been. But something about her expression stopped me. She wasn’t just embarrassed; she looked genuinely remorseful.

“And especially after everything you’ve been through to get Eve, I should have known better. You’ve made James so happy, Clem. First by being his wife, and then giving him a baby.”

I nodded, accepting her apology more for James’ sake than my own. I didn’t expect much to change.

An older woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

An older woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, Frank showed up at my house unannounced. He said he wanted to check in on the baby, and me. I appreciated the gesture, especially when he started coming by regularly to help out.

A week after that, Brenda tagged along.

She was holding two cups of takeaway coffee, a bag of cookies, and a box of donuts. She looked nervous, but determined to make things right.

A box of donuts | Source: Midjourney

A box of donuts | Source: Midjourney

“I thought you might need a break,” she said, stepping inside. “Here’s some treats, and point me to Eve. It’s grandma duty now.”

We sat in the living room, Brenda holding Eve, and we chatted like old friends.

It was surreal.

Brenda wasn’t just apologizing anymore. She was trying to make amends. Frank even winked at me as if to say, I told her to do this.

A woman holding a baby girl | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a baby girl | Source: Midjourney

Since then, Brenda has shown up almost weekly, sometimes with coffee, sometimes with groceries. She’s offered to babysit so James and I could have a date night and even texted me a recipe for homemade pie.

We can bake one together next time.

Karma didn’t just humble her; it changed our relationship for the better. And now, whenever I see a store-bought pie, I can’t help but smile.

Pies on a counter | Source: Midjourney

Pies on a counter | Source: Midjourney

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My Mother-in-Law Claims I Ruined Thanksgiving Dinner

When Scarlet arrives at her first Thanksgiving dinner as Shaun’s wife, she finds herself looking at a dinner table with no empty seats for her. Instead, she sees a smirking mother-in-law and her husband’s ex-girlfriend sitting next to Shaun, giggling away at his jokes… What will Scarlet do?

Thanksgiving was supposed to be one of those easy family get-togethers, where I could just relax, catch up with everyone, and enjoy some delicious food.

At least, that was what I’d hoped for.

A Thanksgiving dinner spread on a table | Source: Midjourney

A Thanksgiving dinner spread on a table | Source: Midjourney

But things get tricky when your mother-in-law is involved, especially one who still insists on inviting your husband’s ex-girlfriend to every single holiday meal. I’d had a few years of dealing with Angela’s snarky, passive-aggressive remarks, but this year, she really outdid herself.

I’ll never forget how that dinner crashed and burned on Thanksgiving, and somehow, I’m the one who got blamed for it all.

Shaun, my husband, had gone to Angela’s place a bit earlier that day. He wanted to help her set up while I made the pies.

A woman making a pie crust | Source: Midjourney

A woman making a pie crust | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll go ahead and you take your time and make the pumpkin pie, honey,” he said. “And make the pecan pie extra sweet.”

He gave me a kiss on the head and bolted out the door. I wasn’t worried that he left early because Shaun was a menace when I was in the kitchen, always wanting my attention, causing a few burnt meals in the past.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

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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 “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Jamie Lee Curtis overwhelmed with grief makes the heart-wrenching announcement

About her close friend and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Richard Lewis, who passed away on Tuesday at the age of 76 after a heart attack, Jamie Lee Curtis shared some very heartbreaking remarks.

The comedian and the 65-year-old actress, who portrayed the witch in Halloween, costarred in the sitcom Anything But Love for four seasons between 1989 and 1992.

After learning the tragic news of the actor’s passing on Wednesday, she shared a post on her personal Instagram profile. The first person to break the news was Bette Midler.

Curtis hailed the late singer in a lengthy statement for being “the reason I am sober” after sharing a number of vintage photos of the two of them.

Jamie battled an opiate addiction before celebrating 25 years sober this month.

“I recently found out about the passing of my friend Richard Lewis.” I can still clearly picture myself standing on Sunset Boulevard, staring at a poster advertising a stand-up special featuring him. I urged the casting staff to bring him in to try out for the role of Marty Gold, my best friend and potential boyfriend, during the ABC pilot Anything But Love casting process.

“I felt he had a good look.” It isn’t something a strong woman can really accomplish for herself, but someone made me giggle. He mispronounced the word “bundt cake,” but he still played the part, which made me laugh aloud.

Jamie remarked, “He blew everyone else away.” They added in their response that “the chemistry with Richard was so great,” even if they decided not to pick up the pilot for the love triangle show. Might we rework the initial pilot? We ultimately produced the show for two years in this manner.

He performed stand-up comedy as well, but he detested doing stand-up in front of actual audiences. I, however, thought it was fantastic.

In close-up, he would conceal his markings on door frames, objects, and even my face. He also carried a clipboard with his lines scribbled on it at all times. It turns out that he was a really good part actor. It’s hilarious and profound.

“We grieved together over the deaths of our friend and producer John Ritter as well as our friend and co-star Richard Frank,” she remarked.

“Richard expressed his desire for me to obtain another boxed set of show episodes from ABC/Disney in his most recent text message to me,” the actress said to her followers.

“He is also the reason I am sober,” Jamie continued. He was helpful to me. I shall always be appreciative of his kindness.

“He found love with Joyce, and that, of course, along with being sober, was what mattered most to him,” she stated when they discussed his wife Joyce Lapinsky. Writing this brings tears to my eyes.

It’s an odd way to express gratitude to a kind and humorous man. Richard, I hope you laugh till you die. Hannah exclaimed, “My Marty, I love you!” at the conclusion.

Jamie expressed her sadness over the passing of her longtime friend and former co-star in a second post.

She also included a line or two from the Anything But Love theme tune and another old photo of herself with Lewis.

“The great singer-songwriter JD Souther wrote this beautiful theme song for the third and final season of the TV show ANYTHING BUT LOVE, which aired on ABC for a few years,” Curtis said.

Look it up on YouTube and give it a listen. If not, I’ve recorded it for you right here. I’m presenting these to my buddy Richard Lewis today.

She revealed lyrics that read, “We would still be searching for the next big thing and trying not to fall… If we had never met/And the world got on without us/Just as if we were never that at all.”

“Hearts that beat like thunder and anything but love will do”Everything but love would be sufficient for everyone but you.

Celebrities and users of social media, including Larry David, who co-stars on Curb Your Enthusiasm, paid respect to the late Richard Lewis.

He told HBO, “He’s been like a brother to me for most of my life.” “In the same hospital, Richard and I were born three days apart.”

It doesn’t happen very frequently, but he was the sweetest and funniest guy at the same time. “But today he made me cry, and I’ll never forgive him for that,” the comic said in an interview with Variety.

Working alongside Lewis on the popular show, Cheryl Hines stated, “I had the biggest crush on Richard Lewis when I was young.”

“No one was cuter or more attractive on stage than him.” Then, a dream come true, I got to work with him on Curb Your Enthusiasm.

“I became more knowledgeable about Richard and his gifts as time went on.” He was humorous, which is why I fell in love with him, but he was also one of the kindest individuals I’ve ever met.

Cheryl stated, “He would take the time to tell the people he loved how much they meant to him, especially in the last few years.” In between takes on Curb, he told me how much he loved me and how essential I was to him.

“To have Richard Lewis love you.” An actual present. I adore you, Richard. You will be missed. I adore you, Joyce, and Richard’s entire family. Richard, Lawrence, cherished you.But you already know that.

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