My Husband Poured Wine on Me at Dinner, His Mother Laughed—What I Did Next Silenced Them Both Forever I’ll never forget that evening. It was meant to be a quiet family dinner—just my husband, his mother, and me. I wore a cream dress I’d saved for months to buy, hoping—naively—to make a good impression. But the second I walked in, Margaret’s eyes narrowed. “Emily,” she said in that sharp, polished tone, “I didn’t realize cream was still a color for women your age.” I forced a smile, but it stung.