When my husband tossed a crumpled $50 bill on the counter and smugly told me to \u201cmake a lavish Christmas dinner\u201d for his family, I knew I had two choices: crumble under the weight of his insult or turn the tables in a way he\u2019d never forget. Guess which one I picked?<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
This year, though, he outdid himself, reducing my work and care to a single dismissive gesture. At that point, I decided I wasn\u2019t just going to cook.<\/p>\n
I was going to ensure he learned a lesson he\u2019d never forget.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll need to plan the menu soon,\u201d I said. \u201cYour family usually expects a full spread, and I want to make sure we have time to get everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg looked up, then casually pulled out his wallet, fished out a crumpled $50 bill, and tossed it onto the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d he said, smirking. \u201cMake a proper Christmas dinner. Don\u2019t embarrass me in front of my family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the bill, then at him, trying to process what I\u2019d just heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreg, this won\u2019t even cover a turkey, let alone a whole dinner for eight people,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He shrugged, leaning casually against the fridge. \u201cMy mom ALWAYS managed. Be resourceful, Claire. If you\u2019re not up for it, just say so. But I\u2019ll have to tell my family not to expect much. Wouldn\u2019t want them to think you\u2019re\u2026 incapable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ah, yes. His mother, Linda. The ever-perfect matriarch who could apparently conjure feasts out of thin air.<\/p>\n
If I had a dollar for every time Greg compared me to her, I\u2019d be a millionaire by now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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