It was the first time in a long time that the entire family, including my stepmother’s parents, had gathered for a supper. My actual mother died some years ago. Even though life has changed in many ways, her memory remains extremely vivid for me—especially on days like this.

I’d wear the earrings she gave me, as I always do when I want to feel near to her. I didn’t expect them to be at the center of a heated situation. During dinner, my stepmother’s parents inquired, “Where did you get those lovely earrings?” I smiled softly and explained, “My mother gave these to me before she died. I wear them every day to feel connected to her.”

My stepmother instantly interrupted, “She isn’t your mother anymore!” “I am the one who raised you.” I laughed and asked, “Are you trying to pretend you care about me?” You aren’t doing a terrific job.” Her face plummeted. She left the room. My father later told me that I had embarrassed her in front of the entire family.

Now she’s telling my father that I’m “stuck in the past” and making her feel unwelcome. He wants me to “just move on.” But I don’t think remembering my mother means I can’t move forward. Am I being unfair?