Her mother doesn't speak to her anymore.
A hopeful part of her thinks it's out of some sort of grief, some misguided attempt at missing her. But she knows. She knows her mother is angry. She is angry at her for many things: For leaving the life provided for her, for choosing to throw away everything her parents have earned, had inherited, in order to keep her fed and safe and alive. In order to keep her life happy and comfortable when few others in District 12 could say the same thing.
Yes, her mother is angry, but at least, she thinks, she has chosen what she wanted. She knows the others from her class think she's stupid, insane, for "running off with a coal miner." Living in a merchant family provides luxuries and comfort that those from The Seam will never know. She knows they think she will waste away there, wanting for what she used to have; wallowing in the grief poverty produces; grief she could have avoided.
But, she has known loss.
Her best friend died in that arena. Her best friend never came back. And all people could do was stare at her like it was what they expected, like it was what was supposed to happen. And they continue on their way.
She begins to hate the Capitol for taking her best friend away. She hates the Capitol for conditioning people to think that this is normal.
She has always wondered if there was more to it than that, and she found her answer when she met him.
Maybe, for her, it is just a small act of resistance to love a coal miner in District 12. To fly off the handle and choose to flout convention, to make a fool of what her mother, what the Capitol, prescribe: what her life should look like, what it ought to be.
When she signs her marriage certificate and when she toasts bread with her new husband, she feels like she is proclaiming that her life is her own.
Her mother doesn't speak to her anymore, but when he sings as he gets ready in the morning or is walking through their front door, or when he laughs from under the threadbare blanket they share as they say goodnight, or when he teaches her how to scrub the dust from his fingernails so there is only a faint gray left, or better, when he smiles at her over a sort of edible dinner with the game he caught, she can't really bring herself to care.