It’s a spacious home, and my in-laws helped us buy it by loaning us 80% of the money. But ever since we moved, my husband’s family of 8 comes to lunch every Sunday. They say that the house is big and could fit us all.
I cook for them, clean and do the dishes. Not once has anyone stepped into the kitchen to help. The other day, I told my husband I’d had enough.
His response was, “They got us the house—this is your thank you?”
That left me speechless. That Sunday, when they came, I was all smiles. I even made their favorite dish.
But without telling anyone, I had prepared a scene to turn their perfect Sunday getaway into a memory they would not forget. Is the house in your name only? If not, where is your husband’s thanks?
Get a hold of his credi card and order out lunch every Sunday with his money, and serve in disposable dishes and glasses. That’ll be your husband’s share of thanks
Once they all ate, I got up and revealed that the kitchen was a mess and cleaning it was on them. They froze, not knowing how to react—until they stepped inside.
