“Mom, Sabrina wants to do Paris for her birthday. You’ll cover the flight upgrades, right?”
“Mom, we’re looking at engagement rings. Something in the twenty-thousand range should work.”
“Mom, the wedding venue requires a fifty-thousand deposit. Cash only.”
Never please. Never thank you. Just the assumption that my wallet existed for his convenience.
Sabrina was subtle in her campaign to push me to the margins. She’d suggest restaurants where I’d feel “more comfortable” (translation: cheaper places where I belonged). She’d compliment my “vintage” jewelry (translation: outdated and embarrassing). She’d ask Michael to explain business concepts to me (translation: I was too simple to understand).
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