My husband gave me only 200 dollars to organize his mother’s birthday party for 30 guests and said, “Make up the difference yourself. You always figure things out.” This time, I did exactly what he asked… and when the family saw the table, nobody could keep pretending anymore.

“Gwen is good at decorations.”

His father’s retirement dinner.

“Gwen knows how to find deals.”

Rosalind’s medical transportation after surgery.

“Gwen has a flexible schedule.”

Group gift for his parents.

“Put it on your card and I’ll pay you back.”

Prescription pickup.

Airport runs.

Birthday cakes.

Hotel deposits.

Restaurant reservations.

Flowers.

Family photos.

Gift baskets.

I became the invisible machinery behind the Parker family.

And every expense followed the same pattern.

“Pay for it for now.”

“I’ll give it back later.”

Later rarely came.

At first, I reminded him.

Then I reminded him again.

Then he became irritated.

“Why are you keeping score?”

“We’re married.”

“Why does everything have to be a transaction?”

“You make enough.”

“Stop being dramatic.”