Then Monday morning came. On the counter sat a folded note with my name written in pink ink. I smiled, expecting a thank-you. Instead, it was an invoice: eggs $8, water $3, electricity $12—totaling $40, followed by “Please Venmo by Friday.” I laughed, then fumed. She’d actually billed me for staying in her messy house and caring for her child.
When Brittany returned, I said nothing. Instead, I went home and started crafting my own “invoice.” If she wanted to play that game, I’d show her how it’s done. Mine read: “Grandmother Services, Est. 1993: Raising One Fine Husband for You Since Day One.” I listed 18 years of meals, laundry, rides, tutoring, and emotional support—totaling over $203,000. Then I deducted a “family discount,” leaving her balance at $40, with a cheerful note: “Please deduct your original invoice. Thanks for understanding!!”
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