So I'm head chef at a restaurant in Sacramento. Cooking is my passion and I absolutely love what I do and plan on one day getting my own Michelin Star. But recently, me and my wife have been going through a rough patch that's lead to us pursuing an amicable divorce at the moment. It sucks and I'm sure you reading this probably don't care about a divorce, and I don't blame you. It's actually more complex than it seems. But, after we both calmed down and took some time apart from each other to get our heads straight, we're going through with it and are on basically friendly terms. That, and we had a talk with our son about what's happening. He was obviously heartbroken and thought it was his fault, but we reassured him that we'd still be there for him as his parents, and I think he's slowly starting to get the picture.

Anyway, this post is about my wife's she-devil of a mother. She never liked me when I was dating my now ex-wife and she especially hates me now. But I've managed to brush her off simply because I know this isn't about her nor does it concern her. But last night, she had the fucking gall to burst in during dinner service and try and make me look like a fool by airing out me and my wife's dirty laundry. I had told my staff about what was happening and they all were understanding. She'd say "You make me sick what you did to her" and "You're a heartless bastard" and yada yada. Eventually I had enough and told security to escort her out.

But one of my staff thought it was funny how crazy she was and didn't take the situation seriously enough and actually antagonized her to make her yell at me some more. So shortly after the demoness was out of the building, I turned around to the chef that thought it was a joke and said something along the lines of "I don't want you engaging people like that, especially when they make comments about ME and my family. I don't like comments like what you said. It makes us look like a bunch of amateurs. Had you ignored them, I wouldn't be here raising my voice at you. We're here to do a job. If you can't handle that, kindly leave" and I went back to the pass.

I wasn't exactly boiling/fuming, but I was pretty damn close. I don't regret what I said to either my mother-in-law or my coworker, even if it put them on the spot and made them feel embarrassed. I spoke with the owner of the restaurant shortly after and he understood what happened and wasn't upset at all.

I just felt like getting this out there and get it off my mind.