After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

mother smiled, a tight satisfied smile that said she’d won a game I didn’t know we were playing.

I knew the prices. The shirt: $85. The watch band: $60. The leggings: $98. The bourbon: $120.

I knew because I paid the credit card bill.

The card my mother used for “household emergencies” was a supplementary card on my account. I’d given it to her five years continue reading …