Yeah, I assume you didn’t bust through the door demanding that the turkey be thrown out and that everyone needs to eat a nut roast, so why should they care, or even better yet, why shouldn’t they be supportive?
I’m sorry it happened to you. Hopefully they just need some time to come around.
My paternal uncle is a selfish ass.
Decades ago, he showed up in the Triad and demanded that Dad pick him up (Dad was an assistant professor working towards tenure - he wasn’t leaving work for 3-4 hours to pick up anyone in a non-emergency situation). My uncle asked, “Can P come get me?” My Dad: “She works, too. If you can get to Chapel Hill, you have a place to stay with us.”
Supper is one of our usual late ‘60’s/early ‘70’s boring meals: pork chops, applesauce, green peas, and a big salad (iceberg lettuce, cucumber, green bell pepper, and carrots). A big salad had been and still is a supper staple since the early ‘60’s.
We sit down and my uncle announces he is a vegetarian. Mom promptly says, “Have more peas.” He won’t pass the platter that has pork chops on it; so, soon, Mom positions it directly in front of him.
I’ve been a vegetarian. I’ll happily eat a lot of sides. If I didn’t tell you ahead of time that I’m a vegetarian, I’d eat whatever you served.
If I did tell you, I’d expect maybe one additional side or a BIG salad. I’ve often said, “Has everyone had enough salad? Because if you have, I’m eating the rest.”
