I Worked Until 9 P.M. While Six Adults Waited for Me to Cook—Then My Unemployed Husband Sla:pped Me, So I Snapped Their 3 Credit Cards in Half and Said, “Now Feed Yourselves”

I take?”

She hesitated.

“The money we use.”

“I didn’t withdraw money from your account.”

“You know what I mean.”

I certainly did.

Opening my folder, I answered:

“Here’s what I mean.”

I placed the spreadsheet before them.

Grant barely glanced at it.

Diane noticed the total, and her expression shifted.

“What is this?”

“Approximately what I’ve spent supporting that household and members of this family over the last four years.”

She stared.

“$82,317?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible.”

“I thought so too.”

Grant dismissed the pages.

“So what? You’re billing