“What are you doing?”
“Adding.”
His shoulders dropped.
“Oh, come on.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
“You’re totaling Christmas?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to know.”
“And now what? You send everyone an invoice?”
“No.”
“Then why do this?”
Every year, my husband and his family blamed me for “ruining” Christmas. This year, I finally stopped showing up—and stopped paying for the celebration they expected me to cover. By 6:30 p.m., my phone started ringing over and over. The same people who said I spoiled the holiday were suddenly desperate to know where I was and why nothing was going according to plan.
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