My Parents Made Me Pay for My Dinner While Covering Everyone Else’s – Their Reason Was Ridiculous
The night Mom texted me about a “special family dinner,” I almost choked on my sad bowl of microwaved ramen. It had been forever since we all got together. And even longer since it actually felt like Mom and Dad wanted me around. I love my family, don’t get me wrong. But being the middle child? It’s like being the forgotten piece of lettuce in a giant, messy sandwich — nobody’s fighting over it. I stared at my phone, my thumb just hovering over the screen. Part of me wanted