I was done. Greg, my husband, threw a torn $50 bill on the bar and asked for a fancy Christmas dinner for his family. The fact that he didn’t like or appreciate me made me angry.
Greg always thought I would be in charge of Christmas dinner by myself. Things he did this time went too far. I chose to show him what’s wrong.
“I’ll make it happen,” I said with a cute smile. I planned a beauty behind the scenes.
I hired chefs, decorated the house, and made a feast with money I had hidden away. When Christmas Day came, Greg’s family was amazed by the spread.
I told them the truth: the dinner didn’t cost $50, it cost $750. Greg’s face turned bright red.
“Gregory, how could you?” his mother scolded him. Everybody in his family gasped.
Greg was rude, so I gave him a coupon for a spa vacation as a gift. “You handle cleanup; it’s your Christmas contribution.”
Greg learnt that night how important it is to respect others and work as a team. I got back my pride, and our relationship changed. I would no longer be fired.
