The Dinner That Taught Me to Stand Up for Myself—Without Losing a Friend

Boundaries, Friendship, and a Lesson Over Steak

When Mia invited me to dinner at an upscale steakhouse, I felt both excited and uneasy. I missed our long talks, but I also knew that restaurant—the kind with no prices on the menu and bottled water you can’t pronounce.

“Mia, that place is a little out of my budget,” I told her gently. “I’ve got rent and car repairs this month. But I’d love to see you.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry! We’ll keep it simple. Order whatever you want—no pressure.”

I believed her.

That Friday, I showed up early, nervous but happy. The place smelled like butter and oak—pure luxury. I’d chosen my best dress and most forgiving heels. Mia arrived glowing, hugged me tight, and said, “It’s been forever! You look amazing!”Continue reading…