My Husband Threw $20 in My Face and Demanded a Thanksgiving Feast — He Didn’t See My Revenge Coming

Tight enough that I’d been quietly setting aside what little I could from grocery runs, knowing Mike’s spending habits weren’t exactly responsible.

He slid the last $20 bill we had across the table and said with a grin, “Here, make Thanksgiving dinner with this.”

I laughed. “Mike, $20? That won’t even cover a turkey.”

“Well,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Mom always managed to make amazing dinners with no money.

Figure it out. Don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”

I couldn’t believe it.

For two years, I had poured my heart into this marriage, only to have him throw this at me.

As he walked away, smug and oblivious, something in me snapped. I wasn’t going to cry this time.

I wasn’t going to fight. I was going to plan.

Because if Mike thought I could “figure it out,” I’d show him just how clever I could be.

For the next few days, I played along, keeping my anger bottled up beneath a calm façade. Every time Mike asked if I’d “figured out” Thanksgiving, I smiled and assured him everything would be perfect.

He even had the nerve to brag to his brothers over the phone about how “resourceful” I was.

Meanwhile, I quietly started putting my plan into motion.

That $20 Mike so generously offered? It stayed exactly where he left it.Continue reading…