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My Husband Gave Me $20 for Thanksgiving Dinner — He Had No Idea What Was Coming

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When my husband Mike tossed me $20 and demanded I prepare a Thanksgiving feast for his family, I knew I was done being his personal chef, maid, and doormat. He thought I’d just go along with it, but this Thanksgiving, I planned to serve him something unforgettable.

For two years, I bent over backward trying to please Mike and his family. Every meal I cooked, every room I cleaned, only seemed to remind them of what they believed I owed them.

But this year, I decided it was time to show them how much they’d underestimated me.

When Mike and I married, I thought I’d found my forever partner. We were happy—or so I believed. But little by little, things began to change.

It started small: Mike leaving his dirty laundry everywhere or expecting me to handle all the groceries. Then his parents, Maureen and Richard, began treating me like their unpaid chef and housekeeper.

Maureen’s sly remarks were relentless. “A wife who cooks for her husband every night is such a blessing,” she’d say, clearly fishing for credit. Richard wasn’t much better. He’d chuckle and suggest I open a catering business, claiming I was “already running one for free.”

I tried to brush it off, but their constant comments and expectations wore me down.

The final straw came a few weeks ago.

Maureen called to announce that she and Richard would be “dropping by for dinner.” For them, dropping by meant staying for hours and nitpicking my cooking. When I suggested ordering takeout, Maureen gasped, horrified.

“Takeout? For family? Oh no, Alyssa. You’ve set the bar too high to lower it now.”

Mike, of course, shrugged. “You’ll figure it out,” he said. “You always do.”

I stayed silent, desperate to keep the peace. But inside, I was furious.

Then came Thanksgiving.

Mike handed me $20 and said with a smirk, “Here, make Thanksgiving dinner with this.”

I laughed, thinking he was joking. “Mike, $20 won’t even cover the turkey.”

“Well, Mom always managed amazing dinners with no money. Don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”

I couldn’t believe it. After everything I’d done for him, this was his response?

As he walked away, something snapped in me. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to argue. I was going to plan.

For the next few days, I smiled through clenched teeth every time Mike asked if I’d “figured out” Thanksgiving. He even bragged to his brothers about how “resourceful” I was. Little did he know, I had my own plan in motion.

The $20 he gave me? It stayed untouched. Instead, I dipped into my secret savings—the money Mike didn’t know about because he assumed I didn’t need my own funds.

I ordered a catered feast: perfectly roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, fresh rolls, pies, and gourmet cranberry sauce. I also bought gorgeous table settings and decorations. If I was going to make a statement, I was going to do it in style.

The night before Thanksgiving, Mike walked into the kitchen, grinning smugly.

“I knew you’d pull it off,” he said. “You’re lucky to have a husband who believes in you.”

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Lucky? I almost laughed. But I smiled instead. “You’ll see tomorrow.”

Thanksgiving morning, the house looked stunning—like a holiday catalog. The catered food was hidden, reheated to perfection, and the table sparkled with gold chargers and elegant napkins.

Mike’s parents arrived with their usual attitudes. Maureen scanned the room, pointing out imaginary dust spots, while Richard cracked his usual jokes.

Mike basked in their approval. “I gave her a tight budget, and she still pulled this off,” he boasted.

Tight budget? I thought. Sure, Mike. Let’s go with that.

Dinner began, and the compliments rolled in. “This turkey is so moist,” one of Mike’s brothers said. “The cranberry sauce tastes homemade,” Maureen added, genuinely impressed.

Mike raised his glass. “To Alyssa, the best cook in the family!”

I stood with my glass. “Thank you, Mike. That means a lot. But I’d like to say a few words.”

All eyes turned to me.

“This dinner was special,” I began. “Mike gave me a generous $20 budget, so I had to get creative.”

Maureen froze, fork mid-air. Richard glanced at Mike, who squirmed in his chair.

“But you know,” I continued, “while planning this meal, I realized something important. Thanksgiving isn’t just about the food. It’s about effort and respect. And I realized I’ve been doing all the effort in this family.”

Mike jumped in, his tone defensive. “Honey, let’s not ruin the holiday—”

“Oh, I think it’s the perfect time,” I said, cutting him off. “This dinner? It’s catered. Because after two years of cooking and cleaning for you all, I decided I deserved a break. And I’ve also decided this is the last Thanksgiving I’ll ever host for this family.”

I set my glass down and grabbed my purse.

“You can figure out next year’s dinner on your own. Maybe Maureen can teach you her magic.”

With that, I left, letting the cool November air hit my face as I walked out the door. For the first time in years, I felt free.

Later that night, I ignored Mike’s frantic texts. His messages ranged from angry to desperate: You embarrassed me! Come back so we can fix this!

Fix it? I’d spent years fixing things for him—his meals, his messes, his reputation. I wasn’t about to fix myself for him too.

A week later, I handed him divorce papers. He looked stunned. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. I finally realized I deserve better.”

And I did.

That Christmas, I decorated my house just for me. For the first time in years, I looked forward to the holidays—because this time, they were mine.

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