That night, I didn’t lift a finger. His mom looked judgmental, but I didn’t care.
It was the first time I didn’t run myself ragged for someone else’s plans.
Later, he tried to fight. “You embarrassed me,” he snapped.
“You dumped everything on me again and expected a thank-you,” I told him. “This isn’t a partnership it’s a job I didn’t apply for.”
To my surprise, the next morning, my husband cleaned the kitchen. By himself. Some weeks later, he asked if we could plan the next family visit together.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
And since that day? He hasn’t pulled the last-minute hosting stunt once. Lesson learned.
