My Husband Told Me to Pay for My Own Food So I Left His Birthday Table Empty

birthday, he said. She’s trying to ruin my birthday over groceries. No, I said.

I pulled out the last page, printed on thicker paper. Estimated cost of Ryan’s birthday meal. Brisket for twenty, two hundred twenty. Pulled pork, ninety five. Mac and cheese from scratch, forty. Tres leches cake, seventy five. Drinks, supplies, cleanup, sixty. Total, four continue reading …