My grandma is the kind of person who makes a house feel like home. Fresh cookies, birthday cards, and hugs that fix everything. So when she wanted a small dinner for her 85th birthday, I was all in.But the family had other ideas. Aunt Linda insisted that Grandma deserved something special, so they booked the fanciest steakhouse in town—and expected me to pay for it,

I would’ve happily paid for a nice meal for Grandma, but not when they acted like I was their personal bank.When we got to the restaurant, Grandma was glowing, but the rest of the family was acting like it was a celebrity event. Katie was snapping selfies, Mark was tasting every whiskey, and Aunt Linda was pushing the most expensive items.Then the check came, and the manipulation started. They all suddenly “couldn’t pay” and turned to me, expecting me to cover it all.