What’s going on?” she sputtered, almost choking on her lobster.
“Oh, I’m just moving to my real room,” Grandma smiled.
“But we already booked you a decent room in a motel!” she said, putting down her fork. “Why are you here?”
“Decent?” I laughed. “There were cockroaches, Aunt Lori.
COCKROACHES.”
Rachel shifted uncomfortably. “Mom, you said Grandma wanted something simple…”
I smiled sweetly. “In a dirty smelly and cheap hotel, you meant?
Oh, and Aunt Lori?” I leaned in. “This room and dinner for grandma are fully charged to your card.”
Aunt Lori turned purple.
“What?!” she screeched. “No!
That’s a MISTAKE!”
I pulled out my phone and showed her the receipt.
“No mistake,” I said calmly. “Just like it was no mistake that you dumped Grandma in that fleabag motel while you two lived it up on her dime.”
At that point, the entire restaurant was staring at us. Aunt Lori shifted uncomfortably, knowing she had no choice but to pay for Grandma’s luxurious room and dinner.
“This is ridiculous,” she hissed.
“Mom, are you really going to let her do this?”
Grandma stood tall. “Actually, Lori, I think it’s time I started making my own decisions about my money. And who deserves it.”
That night, Grandma had the time of her life in her luxury suite.
She sipped the complimentary beverages and enjoyed the best food from the restaurant.
“To family,” Grandma toasted that night, as we sat on her private balcony overlooking the ocean. “The ones who truly care.”
Aunt Lori barely spoke to Grandma for the rest of the trip. And when they got home, Grandma decided to cut her off.
No more “help” with expenses.
No more generous checks for “emergencies.” No more covering for Aunt Lori’s bad financial decisions.
Grandma was done.
Moral of the story?
Sometimes the best revenge isn’t just getting even. It’s teaching someone a lesson they’ll never forget while showing someone you love that they deserve better.
Source: amomama
