Anna’s face fell. She mumbled, “Oh, okay,” and quietly went to her room.

I sat there frozen, my heart pounding. After a few minutes, I followed her. She was curled up on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. I asked if she was okay, and she just shrugged.

That was all I needed to see.

I went back downstairs, pulled my wife aside, and told her she had just made my daughter feel like an outsider in her own home.

She got defensive, saying it wasn’t a big deal, that it was just a small thing she and her kids have always done. I told her that traditions evolve when families change, and that she had just made it painfully clear that she doesn’t see Anna as part of hers. She rolled her eyes and accused me of “looking for a fight.”

I told her I wasn’t looking for anything—I was finally seeing the truth. She treats my daughter like a guest in this house, while I’ve done everything to make hers feel like mine. I made it clear that I would not sit back and watch my daughter be pushed aside like she didn’t matter.

My wife said I was overreacting and making her feel like a bad person. But I can’t unsee what I saw. I can’t ignore the hurt in my daughter’s eyes. And now, I’m seriously considering divorce.

Am I wrong for calling my wife out?

—Frank