My Parents Made Me Pay for My Dinner While Covering Everyone Else’s – Their Reason Was Ridiculous


My Parents Made Me Pay for My Dinner While Covering Everyone Else’s – Their Reason Was Ridiculous


Jennifer’s parents caught her off guard during a family dinner by unexpectedly asking her to cover the cost of her meal, while they paid for everyone else. Jennifer’s resentment brews as the sting of unfairness deepens, setting the stage for a confrontation the family won’t forget.


The night I got the text from Mom about a “special family dinner,” I nearly choked on my microwaved ramen. It had been ages since we’d all gotten together, and even longer since it felt like my parents actually wanted me there.


I love my family, but being the middle child is like being the bologna in a sandwich where everyone’s fighting over the bread.


I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Part of me wanted to make up some lame excuse, but then I thought about Tina and Cameron, my perfect older sister and my can-do-no-wrong little brother.


They’d be there, basking in Mom and Dad’s approval, like always. And I’d remain the perpetual afterthought if I didn’t show up.


“Count me in,” I typed, hitting send before I could change my mind.


Mom replied instantly. “Great! Le Petit Château, 7 p.m. next Friday. Don’t be late!”


Le Petit Château. Fancy. I whistled low, already mentally tallying up my savings. This wasn’t going to be cheap, but hey, maybe it was a sign things were changing. Maybe they actually wanted to spend time with me, Jennifer the Forgettable.


That Friday, I arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early, feeling nervous. Just as I was about to go in, Mom and Dad showed up. Mom was all smiles, while Dad wore his usual concerned expression.


Inside, we found a cozy table, and soon after, Tina and Robert joined us. Tina looked stunning, as always, making me feel like a potato by comparison. Finally, Cameron arrived, late as usual, and complaining about traffic.


Now we were all settled, Mom wasted no time in making me feel insignificant.


“So, Jennifer,” Mom said, peering at me over her menu, “how’s work going? Still at that little marketing firm?”


I nodded, trying not to bristle at the ‘little’ part. “Yeah, it’s good. We just landed a pretty big client, actually. I’m heading up the campaign.”


“Oh, that’s nice,” Mom said, her attention already drifting back to Tina, who was regaling Dad with tales of her son’s latest soccer game.


That stung, but the atmosphere improved while we ate. The food was great, and soon we were talking and laughing like we used to when I was a kid.


Dont Waste This


I was enjoying the meal and the rare feeling of being part of the family, but then the check came.


Dad reached for it and started going over the bill, like he always did. But then he frowned, looking directly at me.


“Jennifer,” he said, his voice oddly formal, “you’ll be covering your portion tonight.”


I blinked, sure I’d heard him wrong. “What?”


“You’re an adult now,” he continued, as if explaining something to a child. “It’s time you start paying your own way.”


“But…” I started, my voice small, “I thought this was a family dinner. You’re paying for everyone else.”


Dad’s frown deepened. “Your sister and brother have families to support. You’re single, so it’s only fair.”


Fair. The word echoed in my head, mocking me. I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. Without a word, I pulled out my credit card and handed it to the waiter, praying it wouldn’t get declined.


The rest of the night was a blur. As I drove home, the hurt began to curdle into something else. Something harder, angrier.

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