MY PARENTS MADE ONLY ME PAY FOR MY DINNER WHILE COVERING MY SIBLINGS’ MEALS.

Jennifer, the often-overlooked middle child, is surprised when her mom texts her about a special family dinner. Hoping it’s a chance to reconnect, she agrees to go despite her doubts. At the fancy restaurant, she feels like part of the family—until the check arrives, and her dad singles her out to pay for her own meal while covering everyone else’s,

He justifies it by saying her siblings have families, and as a single adult, it’s “only fair.” Humiliated and hurt, Jennifer quietly pays, but resentment begins to build,

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