My Husband Threw $50 at Me and Said, ‘Make a Lavish Christmas Dinner for My Family — Don’t Embarrass Me!’

When my husband tossed a crumpled $50 bill on the counter and smugly told me to “make a lavish Christmas dinner” for his family, I knew I had two choices: crumble under the weight of his insult or turn the tables in a way he’d never forget. Guess which one I picked?

Every year, my husband Greg insists we host Christmas dinner for his family, which is fine except for the part where he treats it like some royal command rather than a joint effort.

This year, though, he outdid himself, reducing my work and care to a single dismissive gesture. At that point, I decided I wasn’t just going to cook.

I was going to ensure he learned a lesson he’d never forget.

It all started last week when Greg and I were standing in the kitchen, debating the plans for Christmas dinner. Or, more accurately, I was trying to discuss them while Greg was half-listening, scrolling through his phone.

“We’ll need to plan the menu soon,” I said. “Your family usually expects a full spread, and I want to make sure we have time to get everything.”

Greg looked up, then casually pulled out his wallet, fished out a crumpled $50 bill, and tossed it onto the counter.

“Here,” he said, smirking. “Make a proper Christmas dinner. Don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”

I stared at the bill, then at him, trying to process what I’d just heard.

“Greg, this won’t even cover a turkey, let alone a whole dinner for eight people,” I said.

He shrugged, leaning casually against the fridge. “My mom ALWAYS managed. Be resourceful, Claire. If you’re not up for it, just say so. But I’ll have to tell my family not to expect much. Wouldn’t want them to think you’re… incapable.”

Ah, yes. His mother, Linda. The ever-perfect matriarch who could apparently conjure feasts out of thin air.

If I had a dollar for every time Greg compared me to her, I’d be a millionaire by now.

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