My husband comes from a “traditional” family: his mother stayed home while his father was the sole provider. I was raised the opposite way—my mom drilled it into me early that I should never be financially dependent on a man.

To his credit, my husband worked hard to unlearn what he saw growing up. He’s always pulled his weight at home, been a present father, and a true partner. But one thing that drives me crazy is how much stock he puts in his family’s opinions. I get wanting your parents to be proud, but with him it feels excessive.

Right now, my in-laws are staying with us for two weeks. Normally, I handle breakfast, we all eat lunch out at work/school, and my husband makes dinner. We have a cleaner, but since she’s on holiday, we’ve just been keeping things tidy ourselves. It’s how we’ve always done it, and it works.

My in-laws hate that I’m “one of those modern women.” They hate that I work, that I don’t define myself solely as wife and mother, and that my husband does chores. We had a very direct conversation early on where I set boundaries: I won’t be chastised about my life in my own home. When I visit them, I respect their way of doing things. To be fair, they’ve mostly respected mine.

Yesterday I got home after work, exhausted and hungry. I usually arrive around 6:15–6:30, and we eat at 7:00. I said a quick hello, ran up for a shower, then came down to help set up for dinner—only to find nothing ready.

I asked my husband what was going on, but he wouldn’t look at me. His mother jumped in to say he hadn’t cooked and told me I needed to “do my duty as a wife and cook for my family.” My husband still wouldn’t meet my eyes.

So, I just walked away and ordered takeaway. I served myself and the kids, and we sat down to eat. My husband and his parents helped themselves and joined us.

While we ate, my MIL kept going on about what was wrong with me and why I was a failure. I asked my husband if he had anything to say. He told me his mother had a point—that it wouldn’t hurt if I acted “more like a proper woman” and “took better care of my home and children.” He said, “tradition is tradition for a reason,” and that it was insulting for me to think I was too good for the way he was raised.

That’s when I snapped. I told him, “tradition doesn’t allow a man on 35k to support a family of five, and you’re too broke to be so sexist.”

He looked hurt, with tears welling in his eyes, and excused himself from the table.

I regret saying it in front of the kids, but after being left to deal with his parents’ criticism and cover for him, it was too much.