“It’s been a rough quarter,” Rick would say, shrugging.
“Tuition came due for the kids,” Lisa added. “We’re stretched thin.”
They posted about weekend getaways, new handbags, lavish birthday brunches. And one day, Rick pulled into their driveway in a shiny new SUV.
That was the moment I started saving screenshots. Not out of spite, but because I knew — deep down — I was being taken advantage of.
A Thanksgiving Confrontation Changed Everything
By the third Thanksgiving, I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
Lisa had outdone herself. Her home looked like something from a decorating magazine. A catered feast, expensive wine, picture-perfect place settings.
When the kids stepped out, I finally said it.
“Hey,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady, “We need to talk about the money. It’s been three years.”
The air went still. Lisa’s smile dropped.
“You’re really bringing this up during dinner?” she asked, her tone sharp.
