When my husband, Mike, threw $20 at me and demanded I prepare a Thanksgiving feast for his family, I realized I was done being taken for granted. This year, I decided to serve him a lesson he’d never forget.
For two years, I worked tirelessly to keep Mike and his family happy—cooking, cleaning, and enduring their endless criticism. His parents, Maureen and Richard, treated me like a servant rather than a daughter-in-law, constantly nitpicking and making condescending remarks. Mike, meanwhile, sat back and let it all happen.
The breaking point came two weeks before Thanksgiving when Mike slid our last $20 across the table and told me to make the holiday meal. His smug attitude and dismissive words, “Figure it out. Don’t embarrass me,” were the final straw.
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