Five years of soft insults dressed as banter. You’re just too sensitive, Genevieve.

My mother’s only joking.

Victoria is just direct, she doesn’t mean anything by it.

Don’t make a drama out of everything. Five years of Eleanor at holiday dinners criticizing my career as a senior financial analyst, my clothes, my tone, my decision to build something of my own before having children — a wife who works eighty hours a week doesn’t build a proper home, she liked to say, over a dinner I had paid for.

And yet.