On the drive home, I kept thinking about that little index card. Then I remembered the phone bills I had been paying every month. For five years, I had covered the phone lines belonging to Kyle, Brittany, and her parents. I also paid Kyle’s truck insurance. Altogether, those expenses cost me $310 every month. I had never complained because I believed helping family was part of being a mother and grandmother. But suddenly, I realized how easily my kindness had become something everyone expected.
A few days later, Brittany called and warned me that if I complained about the Thanksgiving arrangements, I might find myself spending Christmas alone. Her words hurt, but they also made something inside me change. Instead of arguing, I visited the phone store and requested copies of every account statement. I wanted to know exactly who I had been supporting and how much it had cost me.
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