My boyfriend and I have been together for five years. At first, his mom called me by his ex’s name. Then she started calling me Laura instead of Leylah.
Weeks before her 60th birthday, she gathered the whole family and asked everyone to bring some food to her birthday party. Suddenly, she turned to me and loudly said, “Why don’t we let Laura make the birthday cake this year?”
I said, “That’s a great idea!” but I planned to teach her a lesson instead.
So, on her birthday, there was yelling and crying because
…when it came time to bring out “Laura’s” cake, I walked in holding a big, beautifully frosted cake box — but inside was nothing but a note.
It read:
“Sorry, Laura couldn’t make it today, so she didn’t have time to bake you a cake. Love, Leylah.”
The room went silent for a moment before people started whispering. My boyfriend’s mom’s face turned red, and she stammered, “Well… I guess we’ll just… cut the pies.”
Afterward, she pulled me aside and said, “Alright, Leylah, I get it. You made your point.” And she’s called me by my real name ever since.
Sometimes a little sugar-free birthday lesson works better than the sweetest cake.
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