For my birthday this year, my husband Adam had planned a cozy weekend getaway for us. But the week before, his mom called.
“We’re throwing her a surprise dinner Thursday night! Don’t tell her!”
Of course, Adam told me. He knows I hate surprises—especially ones involving his family. The last one I remember was his mom wearing a white dress to our wedding. But I agreed. Maybe this year would be different.
We showed up to a swanky rooftop steakhouse. Twelve guests. His family and cousins I barely knew. Everyone ordered big—cocktails, appetizers, dessert platters. Adam and I kept it simple. Others didn’t.
Then the check arrived. My MIL opened it… paused… then smiled at me.
“So! Happy birthday, sweetie. We figured you’d want to treat us all! It’s your special day!”
She slid the bill across the table. IT WAS $3,950.
Then everyone just stood up. And left.
Adam had gone to the bathroom during the bill drop. He came back to find me alone, staring at a $3,950 check.
“What happened?” he asked.
I told him. He went silent.
Then said, “Don’t pay it. Give me 20 minutes.” And walked outside.
Twenty minutes later, the restaurant doors burst open.
My in-laws were used to pushing me around without any consequences. But when they messed with my birthday, my husband stood up for me in the most chivalrous way! He made them regret ever messing with us!
