When Brianna asked me to watch her kids for “just an hour” while she ran an errand,
I had to cancel plans with my friend Kate. Hours passed, and Brianna didn’t return, leaving me to handle tantrums,
spills, and a sick child all night. The next morning, she showed up in a bridesmaid dress, casually handing me a bath bomb and explaining she’d been at a wedding.
Frustrated by her lack of consideration, I created an invoice for $620, listing every hour, meal, and inconvenience.
Brianna was furious, but my brother Danny paid without much resistance. At a family dinner, when the situation was
jokingly brought up, Brianna avoided eye contact while I smiled, knowing I’d finally stood up for myself.
The bath bomb still sits on my shelf, reminding me that kindness shouldn’t come at the expense of my well-being.
