My Husband Threw $20 in My Face and Demanded a Thanksgiving Feast — He Didn’t See My Revenge Coming
When my husband Mike tossed $20 at me and demanded I cook a Thanksgiving feast for his family, I realized I was done being his personal chef, maid, and doormat. He thought I’d let it slide, but I planned to serve him something unforgettable this Thanksgiving.
For two years, I bent over backward to keep Mike and his family happy. But every meal I cooked and every spotless room I cleaned only seemed to remind them of what they thought I owed them.
So, this year, I decided it was time to show them just how much they’d underestimated me.
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When Mike and I married two years ago, I thought I’d found my forever partner. We were happy, or at least I thought we were.
Then, little by little, things started to change.
At first, it was the small things like Mike leaving his dirty laundry wherever he pleased or expecting me to handle the groceries. But then his parents, Maureen and Richard, began treating me like I had married into their family to become their unpaid chef and housekeeper.
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Maureen would make sly comments whenever they visited.
“A wife who cooks for her husband every night is a blessing,” she’d say.
Richard wasn’t much better. He was always “joking” about how I should consider opening a catering business since I was already “running one for free.” I tried to let it roll off my back, but their constant remarks and expectations were exhausting.
The worst, though, was a few weeks ago.
Maureen had called, announcing that she and Richard would be “dropping by for dinner.”
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Dropping by, of course, meant staying for hours and criticizing my cooking.
When I suggested ordering takeout, Maureen gasped, “Takeout? For family? Oh no, Alyssa. You’ve set the bar too high to lower it now.”
Meanwhile, Mike just shrugged and said, “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”
Why didn’t I answer back? Why didn’t I tell them to cook their own meals? The truth is, I wanted to keep the peace. I wanted to keep Mike happy.
But the love I had for...