For two years, I went out of my way to please Mike and his family, cooking meals and cleaning, only to feel like I owed them more. This year, I decided to show them how much they’d underestimated me.
When Mike and I married, I thought I had found my forever partner, but over time, things started to change. Mike became increasingly lazy, leaving his laundry everywhere and expecting me to handle the household chores. His parents, Maureen and Richard, treated me like their personal chef and housekeeper, making condescending remarks like “A wife who cooks every night is a blessing” and “You should open a catering business.”
The last straw was when Maureen and Richard announced they were coming for dinner. When I suggested ordering takeout, Maureen acted horrified, saying I had set the bar too high. Mike shrugged and told me I’d figure it out, and for the first time, I snapped. I wasn’t going to fight or cry, but I was going to plan my revenge.
Instead of using the $20 Mike gave me for Thanksgiving, I dipped into my savings and ordered a fancy catered meal. I also decorated the house in style, preparing a beautiful setup for the holiday.
On Thanksgiving, Mike bragged about my “resourcefulness,” but little did he know, everything was a setup. When his family arrived, they were impressed with the meal—unaware it was takeout. I finally stood up and told them about the $20 budget and how I’d been doing everything alone for years. I revealed that the meal was catered and that this would be the last Thanksgiving I’d ever cook for them.
Mike tried to brush it off, but I left the house, feeling liberated. Later that night, I read his frantic messages, but I ignored them. The next week, I served him divorce papers, realizing I deserved so much more than what he’d given me.
Now, I’m free. The house is peaceful, and the holidays are mine to enjoy, without worrying about anyone else’s opinions.
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