My wife, Megan, was so excited to join my family’s monthly dinner tradition. She cooked with love and care every time we hosted, only to be met with harsh criticism. No matter what dish she served, someone found something wrong. I saw her hold back tears more than once—and I knew I had to do something.
It broke my heart to see her passion turned into pain. For the next dinner, Megan prepared the entire meal, but we told everyone I…