When I got a text from Mom about a “special family dinner,” I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. As the middle child, I often felt overshadowed by my perfect sister, Tina, and my can-do-no-wrong brother, Cameron. But I hoped this dinner would change things.
Arriving at Le Petit Château, I tried to shake off my nerves. As we settled in, Mom and Dad’s focus quickly shifted to Tina’s kids, leaving me feeling like an afterthought. When the check arrived, Dad announced, “Jennifer, you’ll cover your portion tonight.” I blinked, sure I’d heard him wrong. “What?”
“You’re an adult now,” he said. “It’s time you start paying your own way.”
I felt a mix of disbelief and anger as he continued, “Your sister and brother have families to support. You’re single, so it’s only fair.” The word “fair” echoed in my head, stinging. I paid, but the hurt lingered.
The next morning, fueled by resentment, I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. I invited Mom and Dad over for dinner, spending days preparing a lovely meal and setting the table just right.
When they arrived, I poured their wine and made small talk, hiding my irritation. After dinner, I presented the dessert and said, “I hope you enjoyed the meal.” They smiled, and I added, “That’ll be $47.50 each, please.”
Silence fell. Dad’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief. “What?” he sputtered.
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“Just like you invited me to Le Petit Château and made me pay for my meal while covering everyone else’s,” I replied calmly.
Realization dawned on their faces, quickly followed by shame. Mom reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “Didn’t mean to make me feel worth less than Tina or Cameron? Or did you just not mean to get called out on it?”
They stumbled over their words, offering apologies. Dad finally stood and hugged me, his movements stiff but sincere. “We’ve taken you for granted. That ends now.”
As they left, I felt a flicker of hope. Change wouldn’t happen overnight, but this was a start. “Next time we go out,” I said, “we’re splitting the check evenly.” They nodded in agreement, and for the first time, I felt seen.
