I still recall the infuriating moment when my husband, Greg, handed me a crumpled $50 bill and demanded that I prepare a lavish Christmas dinner for his family. His dismissive attitude and lack of appreciation for my efforts had finally reached a boiling point.
Every year, I took on the task of hosting Christmas dinner, but this time, Greg’s behavior was different. He treated me like a servant, expecting me to perform miracles with a meager budget. That’s when I decided to teach him a lesson.
I pretended to be the obedient wife, making Greg believe that I was using the $50 to its fullest potential. Little did he know, I had a grander plan in store. I secretly hired a catering crew, planned an exquisite menu, and decorated the house to perfection.
As Christmas Day arrived, Greg’s family gathered around the dinner table, marveling at the spread before them. Greg, proud of himself, boasted about my resourcefulness, but I had one final surprise in store.
I revealed that the dinner had actually cost $750, and that I had used my own funds to make it happen. The room fell silent, with Greg’s family staring at him in shock and disappointment.
Greg’s attempt to defend himself only made things worse. His mother, Linda, expressed her disappointment and shame, and I could see the realization dawn on Greg that he had gone too far.
As the evening came to a close, I handed Greg a receipt for a spa retreat I had booked for myself, a prize for managing to afford the “lavish” dinner. Greg’s brothers burst out laughing, and his father muttered, “Serves you right.”
As I indulged in the cake with Greg’s family, I knew that this Christmas dinner would be one to remember – a night when I took a stand against my husband’s disrespect and proved that I wouldn’t be taken for granted.
