When my husband Mike tossed $20 at me and demanded I cook a Thanksgiving feast for his family, I realized I was done being his personal chef, maid, and doormat. He thought I’d let it slide, but I planned to serve him something unforgettable this Thanksgiving.
For two years, I bent over backward to keep Mike and his family happy. But every meal I cooked and every spotless room I cleaned only seemed to remind them of what they thought I owed them.
When Mike and I married two years ago, I thought I’d found my forever partner.
We were happy, or at least I thought we were.
Then, little by little, things started to change.Continue reading…