There it was.
Makes sense.
That phrase had done a lot of dirty work in my family over the years. It meant someone had already decided what I should give up. It meant my labor had been counted, my needs had been discounted, and my agreement was being treated like a formality. It meant if I objected, I would be painted as selfish before I had the chance to explain myself. It meant the answer had been arranged somewhere else, and I was expected to catch up.
“Has Elliot agreed to this?” I asked.
“My husband understands that family sometimes has to make sacrifices,” Sienna said. “Unlike some people.”