My Mother Humiliated Me at Work on Mother’s Day — So I Served Her a Bill She Couldn’t Pay

hope. “Oh, thank God. Morgan, I knew you were—”

“I’ll pay your bill,” I said, cutting her off.

I placed the cash on the table between us with enough force that the bills fanned out slightly.

“But this,” I continued, my voice steady and final, “is the last thing I ever do for you.”

Her face crumpled. “Morgan, please, we can talk about—”

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