“Mom, you used my credit card without asking me first,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. “That’s $12,000 I don’t have sitting around in my bank account right now.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed loudly into the phone. “You make good money at that accounting firm of yours. And Britney deserved this trip after everything she’s been through with her divorce recently. Besides, we’re your parents. What’s yours is ours. Isn’t that how family is supposed to work together?”
I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar weight of exhaustion settle over me heavily. Everything Britney went through with her divorce. Her divorce from a man she had cheated on repeatedly throughout their marriage. Her inability to hold a job for more than six months at any given time. Her constant need for financial rescuing that somehow always fell squarely on my shoulders alone to handle.
“When were you planning to tell me about this charge on my card?” I asked her.
“We’re telling you now, aren’t we?” she replied breezily. “The cruise leaves in three days from the port. Britney is so excited about it already. Your father and I are going too. Of course, someone needs to keep her company on the trip. And we thought it would be a nice family vacation for all of us to enjoy together.”
A family vacation. One that I was paying for entirely, but wasn’t even invited to join them on.
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