My MIL Spent $2000 on a Dinner …Then Asked Me to Pay for My Child
I need some outside perspective because I honestly don’t know what to think anymore. Even weeks later, the whole thing still feels unreal—like I stepped into someone else’s family drama and forgot how to get out.
It started with my father-in-law’s seventieth birthday. A big milestone. My mother-in-law, Carol, insisted on hosting a formal dinner at an upscale restaurant. Fifteen guests. Linen tablecloths. A private room. Speeches planned. She made a point of telling everyone—repeatedly—that she was paying for the whole thing.
“Two thousand dollars,” she said proudly, as if the number itself were a gift.
The night before the dinner, she called me.
Her voice was clipped, businesslike. “I need to talk to you about the headcount.”
“Okay,” I said, already uneasy.
“I budgeted for immediate family only,” she continued. “So I’ll need one hundred dollars for your son.”
I blinked. “My son?”
