That day, I could barely stand when I got home from work. My husband knew I had a tough day: inspections, reports, a whole week of stress. I was dreaming of finally getting home and relaxing. I even asked my mom to pick up our daughter from daycare.

But on my way home, I got a call from him:

— My sister and her husband are on their way. Hurry up and get dinner ready! And make sure the chicken doesn’t burn like last time!

— What’s the occasion?

— I’ll tell you when I get there!

Honestly, I nearly burst into tears. How long will this go on? My husband keeps inviting his family over at the last minute, and it’s becoming unbearable. His pushy sister is at our house almost every other day, simply because she doesn’t feel like cooking herself. And of course, she never even clears her plate afterward.

She’s never once offered to bring anything for dinner or help out with her niece, even though she doesn’t work.

So, I decided I’d make this dinner one to remember.

When my husband burst into the apartment, he rushed to the kitchen to see if everything was ready. His family had just arrived, too.

— Where’s dinner, Allie? Where’s the chicken?

— At the store!

All I left on the table was some bread and salt—a nice little touch, right? My husband was furious, got offended, and now he isn’t speaking to me. But I think it was worth it! Maybe now they’ll stop treating our place like a restaurant.

Do you always do what your husband says? Do you think that’s right?