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My husband is a spending addict nut job. No concept of money. Drove me to therapy. Should I divorce this lunatic?

I’m Married to a Spending Addict​


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‘He called me a liar’: I inherited a $650,000 house from my grandparents, but my husband says I’ll never have any money when I’m older. Is he right?​

Dear Quentin,​

I am the sole beneficiary of an inheritance. I inherited my grandparents’ house, which is worth $650,000. I also have about that much in the bank. My husband says the house does not count toward my net worth (for what it’s worth, the house in question has been paid off for 35 years).

I plan to buy a second home as an investment property. My grandparents made their money in real estate and investments. They were stockbrokers and accountants. I have what’s mine, and my husband has the trailer he inherited from his dad that he lets sit there and does nothing with.

He wants me to buy a refrigerator and pay to fix it. That’s not my job! I told him all this equals a net worth more than $1 million, and he called me a liar. He is always telling me how poor I am and how I’ll never have any money when I’m older.

He brings this up constantly. Is he right? Or am I a millionaire?

Not Feeling Like a Millionaire

Read the reply here:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...S&cvid=6575c0626b8c4d329c0f78cff817f66d&ei=18

I say get rid of the dirtbag.
 
When I go out to eat my friends eat like pigs then expect me to pay part of their feeding. WTF? Now they are pissed off at me for asking for separate checks. What kind of shit is this??????

After 25 years, I finally asked for separate checks — and my friends iced me out. Did I do something terrible?​

Dear Quentin,​

I wrote to you some time ago about a shared restaurant bill that was always divided equally, week after week, year after year, even though the prices and quantities were not in fact equal. I finally put my foot down last week and asked for a separate check. Since then, I have been weaned from the group. They did not like this at all after 25 years of shared meals. The funny thing is, honestly, I don’t even care. With each year I got angrier and angrier.

Has anyone else had this experience? It seems really weird to me.

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I owe a cc company a grand and they're suing me for it. I'm about to get an inheritance. Can I hide the inheritance so I don't have to pay the cc company? lmao

Dear Quentin,​

I am about to receive an inheritance. Coincidentally, a credit-card company is suing me for $1,000. If you have any tips for getting them to just accept a settlement instead of the full amount, I’d appreciate it.

The debt stems from over five years ago, and I forgot about it. The timing is strange. Can debt collectors find out if I am about to receive an inheritance? It is from a house sale, which is obviously part of the public record.

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Woman Can’t Can’t Get Her Accidental $5K ‘Tip’ Back​

Jun 7, 2025
And it's been a year since it happened.


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My neighbor borrowed my lawnmower then used it to start a landscaping business. Where's my share of the $$$$$$$$?

My neighbor borrowed my lawnmower, then used it to start a landscaping business. Am I entitled to some of the money he made?​

What began as a simple favor—letting your neighbor borrow your lawnmower—has turned into a profitable venture. He’s now running a full-fledged landscaping business, thanks to the equipment you lent him. Naturally, you're wondering: do you have any right to the profits he’s making? The answer depends on legal principles, your agreement (if any), and how much you're willing to push the issue.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/sma...he-money-he-made/ar-AA1FD9cV?ocid=socialshare
 
With friends like this you don't need enemies.

My friend asked me to chip in $1,600 for her son’s prom-night limo. Has the world gone mad?​

Dear Quentin,​

A friend of mine, who is far from rich, has a son who is graduating from high school. He was co-captain of the school basketball team during his junior and senior years, and his team placed second in the state championships this year. He is handsome and popular and has maintained good grades. My friend wanted to do something special for him.

She promised her son she would pay for a limousine ride to take him and his date to the senior prom. She put down $600 for a deposit, then asked if I could give her $1,600 to complete the payment. (She did not say what the ride included.) I said I did not have the money and suggested that maybe her son could share the ride with friends and split the cost.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...e-world-gone-mad/ar-AA1HnUco?ocid=socialshare
 
Daddy big bucks died. My mother is a filthy sleaze bag who shit all over me and is stealing my inheritance. What can I do?

My father was worth millions. I suspect my mother is stealing my inheritance. What can I do?​

Dear Quentin,​

I have a parent who passed many years ago when I was still in college. I grew up in what I would call an upper-middle class household. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized I did in fact grow up in a very nice home: private schools, wonderful education, vacation homes etc.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...ce-what-can-i-do/ar-AA1KiylK?ocid=socialshare
 
My wife keeps telling me how to run my business. It's a business I built and now the bit*h thinks it's hers. Help me.


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I'm smirking at some of the early-posted inheritance stories - that's often how it goes.

First, I got a lot of help from my mother, later in life. I moved back from the Rockies to take a job in my hometown, at least partly because I knew eventually - six years, as it turned out - someone would be needed there. My siblings weren't going to drop everything.

So, when I had my first back attack, having me off work three months - and not much in terms of savings - I got help. I also moved back into the family home - which wasn't really freeloading; I was there as a driver, grocery-shopper, overseer The cancer drugs my mother was on, made her really susceptible to colds and flu. Three trips to the ER in this period.

That said, when younger, I was not her favorite. I was the prodigal son - a drinking problem, didn't finish university, not really a career before I started switching trains. Had her earlier plans followed through - I learned from the estate lawyer - I would have been disinherited.

That would not have surprised me, either. I had given up worrying about it - it was gonna be what it was gonna be. Actions, behaviors, have consequences.

As it happens, the rewritten will had us all share and share alike. Nice idea - two pieces of real estate, one valued at, back then, half a million. Plus some stawk and cash lying around.

Of course, there were problems in execution. I was living in her home when she did succumb. My brother, an early-in tech minor tech magnate, was Executor. A wise choice, on the surface - I wouldn't have had the ability to work through all that Estate Law.

But he had to revert to form, and be an arsehole. First thing he does is order me off the property. Wait, it's my HOME! Look, I'll pay the Estate, RENT, while we sort this out!

Nope. I don't want the responsibility. You gotta leave, in 30 days.

It took a trip to a bargain-basement legal clinic, to sort that out. And I did get it in the neck - the decision (reasonably) between my lawyer and his, was for me to exchange the residence for the resort-rental property my siblings would hold without me.

Fair enough. And of course, plenty of big feelings - we haven't spoken since.

I lost out on that - a few years later I sold the property for $140k before fees. Missing the current bubble.

Meantime the resort property doubled in value and was just sold recently for a million.

And from my other sibling, I get the information that the executor took two-thirds of the proceeds "for the work done on the sale." Since that person is retired now and over 70, it's not like there'd be other things going on.

Hey...it is what it is. I was lucky to get what I did get - many adult children find that their middle-class parents are actually broke, when the estate is liquidated.
 

I Owe $62,000 On A Leased HVAC System​

Nov 13, 2025

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Gave my bf access to my account to build trust. The low life went and bought a motorcycle. Can I get his ass locked up? lol

I Gave My Boyfriend Access To My Checking Account “To Build Trust”. He Bought A Motorcycle. Can I Press Charges?​

Trust feels sturdy until money comes into play. Sharing a checking account seems harmless when a relationship feels stable, but everything shifts the moment that access turns into a purchase you never agreed to.

And we’re not talking about groceries. We’re talking about a motorcycle—bought with your money. That kind of decision isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a financial hit that forces you to ask where the law actually stands.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...-i-press-charges/ar-AA1QO7KV?ocid=socialshare
 
searcher said:
Gave my bf access to my account to build trust. The low life went and bought a motorcycle. Can I get his ass locked up? lol

I Gave My Boyfriend Access To My Checking Account “To Build Trust”. He Bought A Motorcycle. Can I Press Charges?​

Trust feels sturdy until money comes into play. Sharing a checking account seems harmless when a relationship feels stable, but everything shifts the moment that access turns into a purchase you never agreed to.

And we’re not talking about groceries. We’re talking about a motorcycle—bought with your money. That kind of decision isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a financial hit that forces you to ask where the law actually stands.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...-i-press-charges/ar-AA1QO7KV?ocid=socialshare
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Three accounts, his account, her account, and joint expenses account... asshole never had any money and he just stole whatever you had. Learning experience.
 
Screw love...........marrying for money is where it's at. Need me a meal ticket.

I wish I’d married for money. At 50, I’m burnt-out and resentful​

When I was in my twenties I didn’t think about money or long-term financial planning. I yawned in pension meetings, and was very much thinking day-to-day.

I had a well-paid job in advertising and could afford a mortgage, so was lucky enough to get on the property ladder when I turned 30. I met my husband when I was in my late twenties – I liked the fact that he was rebellious and good looking. My friend introduced me and said: “He’s fun but not somebody you’d settle down with.” I didn’t heed her advice.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...ut-and-resentful/ar-AA1IZdVI?ocid=socialshare
 

I made over $26 million in the last 8 years, but I lost friends along the way. It's taken time to learn who I can trust.​

This as-told-to essay is part of Lonely at the Top, a series that examines the link between wealth and loneliness. It is based on a conversation with Lisa Johnson, award-winning business strategist and CEO. It has been edited for length and clarity.

Eight years ago, I was in £35,000 of debt, or around $44,800 USD. I had toddler-aged twins and had just gotten remarried. We were struggling to afford rent and had to meticulously budget for food.

I'd decided not to return to my job as a personal assistant, as the pay was less than the cost of childcare. I looked into starting my own business and decided to set up a wedding planning company on a whim. I liked parties and naively saw wedding planning as an extension of that.

It failed at first because I knew nothing about business. Since I didn't have any money to spend on learning to run one, I attended every free webinar I could find and read numerous library books on starting a business.

This story is part of a series, "Lonely at the Top," which examines the impact of wealth on the relationships of millionaires. Read more:

Full story:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...-who-i-can-trust/ar-AA1PugDN?ocid=socialshare
 
searcher said:
Screw love...........marrying for money is where it's at. Need me a meal ticket.

I wish I’d married for money. At 50, I’m burnt-out and resentful​

When I was in my twenties I didn’t think about money or long-term financial planning. I yawned in pension meetings, and was very much thinking day-to-day.

I had a well-paid job in advertising and could afford a mortgage, so was lucky enough to get on the property ladder when I turned 30. I met my husband when I was in my late twenties – I liked the fact that he was rebellious and good looking. My friend introduced me and said: “He’s fun but not somebody you’d settle down with.” I didn’t heed her advice.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/per...ut-and-resentful/ar-AA1IZdVI?ocid=socialshare
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Uh...those rules don't apply to you. Only to the, uh, recepticles.

A few rules I was late to learn...partly because I had no sisters or cousins and communication wasn't big between the generations in my tribe. But the basic underlying principle is: Men are resource creators. They make; they generate cash flow. Or not; but that determines their status.

Wombynz...are resource CONSUMERS. A woman COSTS. It's always been this way. In Ireland for centuries, racked by poverty, men delayed marriage for 15 years or more, while they tried to eke out a grubstake of some sort. Then they married young females sometimes young enough to have been, in other times, their daughters.

And that is because women enter the marriage market (or the bonding-stage in life, whatever you like) at the top of their game. Go to a high-school football game. Ogle the cheerleaders...fifteen, sixteen years old. Before we poisoned our food supply, the bodies on most of them were PERFECT. And, physically (if not mentally) they were in prime reproduction age. (Knew a few former teen mothers; knew them much later in their lives; knew them intimately; and they had little of what we associate with pregnancy).

So. A girl, being wise, has to size up her potential mate's prospects. BUT THAT IS NOT ALL. How many loveless marriages/pairings-up have failed, because the guy was a drag? Start with Diana Spencer, and Bonny Prince Charlie. No matter who's to blame, they were COMPLETELY incompatible.

The Eagles musical group made some coin off this - 1975, "Lyin' Eyes." It was popular because it was a predicament many recognized, knew people in.

Sometimes ya just can't tell, what's going to happen. Frankly, that could almost be me - I was irresponsible in my twenties. I didn't GAF about pensions...hell, it won't be there, and if I make a wrong step I can just work a few years more. I don't want to play golf in Florida, anyway. So said young me.

My ex was the rock. She understood money. She stamped on many of my purchases, on many life-choices...that was basically what led her to walk out; she should have maybe hung around. Because what she planted in my brain was taking root.

This woman couldn't take her lemons and make lemonade. Or, alternately, couldn't figure out she was with a doofus and leave, when she still had some time ahead and some (reduced) prospects.
 

They Found Relatives on 23andMe—and Asked for a Cut of the Inheritance​

When Carmen Thomas was growing up in Boston, her mom told her that her absent dad’s name was Joe Brown. So when she sent a saliva sample to 23andMe in her 20s and got a match with a Brown, she was excited.

It turned out the man she believed to be her father had died five years earlier, but she connected with two likely half sisters. They went out for boba tea and at a sleepover at their grandmother’s, she looked through family albums and held a pillow with his photo printed on it.

A year later, she was suing the Brown sisters and their mother. Thomas wanted a share of a multimillion-dollar medical-malpractice award they had won after Joe Brown died of an undiagnosed aortic aneurysm. After all, she was his daughter too, Thomas said in a court complaint early last year.

More:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crim...-the-inheritance/ar-AA1Rpayp?ocid=socialshare
 
23andMe has been shown to be so fraudulent...I suspect the purported relatives could challenge the case in court. Or at least have another DNA test, done NOT by a CCP genetic-data-collection program.
 

She Managed His Fortune. How Did She End Up Inheriting It?​

THERE WAS ONE THING gnawing at the three adult children of David “Jim” Judelson, former president of Gulf & Western, following their mother’s death: Why was their dad spending so much time with Eva Gayer?

They knew Eva as their 82-year-old dad’s private banker, a woman with an Eastern European lilt, an affinity for Van Cleef & Arpels jewelry and a husband, Jonas. Sometimes the Gayers would bump into the Judelsons during the family’s Sunday night meals at Gino’s on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. On a couple of occasions, the Gayers had attended an art opening at a Chelsea gallery owned by the Judelsons’ oldest, Paul.

Jim and Eva were friendly, yes, the kids thought. But they weren’t that close.

In the months following their mother’s February 2011 death, however, Eva, 17 years their father’s junior, became his ever-present companion. In that time, Jim, long a careful, conservative spender who favored staid, tailored suits, started wearing flashy Armani attire and occasionally a fedora befitting of a Prohibition-era gangster. He traded in his Volvo of 20 years for a luxury Audi sedan. Despite Eva’s own marriage, she and Jim developed an intimate relationship.

Read the rest (ya know you want to find out what happened - admit it):

https://www.msn.com/en-us/family-an...up-inheriting-it/ar-AA1RnpSY?ocid=socialshare
 
Gee...she was a golddigger in her mid-sixties?

I think there's more than a bit of projection there. Most 80-ish men aren't that interested or capable of sex; and when they are, it's not 62-year-old divorcees they look at. They go for the young stuff - frequently, children; but if they want a trophy, someone just out of school with Stupident Lones.
 
This one made me smile. Lotta truth here.

She Doesn't Want You At 60 — She Wants Your Retirement​

Dec 13, 2025 #OlderMenDating #ProtectYourRetirement #RelationshipRedFlags
Why older men over 60 are being targeted for their retirement — and how to protect yourself. She's not attracted to you. She's attracted to your pension, your paid-off house, and your life insurance policy. If you're a man over 60 suddenly getting attention from women who ignored you for decades, this video explains exactly what's happening.
This isn't about hating women. This is about protecting what you spent 40 years building.


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Works both ways, my 90+ mom had a least one suitor because of her wealth and government health insurance...she wasn't looking for a husband though.
 
searcher said:
This one made me smile. Lotta truth here.

She Doesn't Want You At 60 — She Wants Your Retirement​

Dec 13, 2025 #OlderMenDating #ProtectYourRetirement #RelationshipRedFlags
Why older men over 60 are being targeted for their retirement — and how to protect yourself. She's not attracted to you. She's attracted to your pension, your paid-off house, and your life insurance policy. If you're a man over 60 suddenly getting attention from women who ignored you for decades, this video explains exactly what's happening.
This isn't about hating women. This is about protecting what you spent 40 years building.


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If you're a man over 60, still playing those games, then you deserve what you get.

Yah, I find women a lot friendlier now than when I was in my thirties. That's fine. But unlike several people I know, who, widowed or divorced, and my age, are eager to remarry or pair up...I came to the conclusion that I DO NOT NEED IT. Sex? I look like hell. Everyone my age looks like hell. Passion, lust, is a memory.

And I'm not USED to living with someone else. I've been living alone for over thirty years. And a majority of my 18-35 time was also living alone. I'm not going to learn a whole new way to live, involving all kinds of accommodation, and little payback, at my age.

Gold diggers can go stake out a claim elsewhere.
 
Fatrat said:
Works both ways, my 90+ mom had a least one suitor because of her wealth and government health insurance...she wasn't looking for a husband though.
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Ain't that the flippin' truth.

There was a neighbor of my parents, three doors down...long-time neighbor. They lived there when my parents bought the house in the early 1960s; they remained. They had a son my age, we didn't get along. Also a daughter I never met - it was long after I realized that Allen and I weren't gonna be friends, that I even noticed her around. The parents were very protective - she went to a Catholic school, so I never saw her, except once she was in high school (also Catholic) she'd have to take the city bus and walk to the stop, uniform, with the skirt rolled up to meet peer expectations that she tease a little.

But, anyway. Life goes on; the kids moved on; and Stan's wife died. Stan was basically, on the surface, a good neighbor - offered to help; would sometimes stop by if I was working in the yard. With my father in a nursing home, I tried to help my mother.

Then my father went. And THEN, six months later, my mother dropped the bombshell. Seems Stan was really aggressively sniffing around. See, my mother had a state pension - unlike most state programs in Ohio, the state pension fund was run well and was flush. She was actually making more money as a retiree than she had been, working. Life was good.

And Stan, with a machinist's union pension and Socialist inSecurity, wanted some of that.

I wouldn't have cared if he just wanted to live comfortably; but my mother had assets, a rental property and stonk porfolio; and already she'd had the first episode with the Big C. Stan was healthy as a farm horse. I could just see all that wealth - estate totalled about a million dollars, would be about two million, today - see all that flopping into Stan's lap. Prenuptials are no guarantee, not in today's Woked kourts.

Fortunately, my mother was not the slightest-bit interested. Thirty years of government employment, basically taught her to love government and hate men, and she felt widowhood was liberation. It made her own estate, six years later, a lot easier.

Yeah. People do a lot of unsavory things for money, when they're strapped, or desperate. Not all of those people are kids.
 
searcher said:
This one made me smile. Lotta truth here.

She Doesn't Want You At 60 — She Wants Your Retirement​

Dec 13, 2025 #OlderMenDating #ProtectYourRetirement #RelationshipRedFlags
Why older men over 60 are being targeted for their retirement — and how to protect yourself. She's not attracted to you. She's attracted to your pension, your paid-off house, and your life insurance policy. If you're a man over 60 suddenly getting attention from women who ignored you for decades, this video explains exactly what's happening.
This isn't about hating women. This is about protecting what you spent 40 years building.


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Nothing incorrect jumping out; but it would be a lot more engaging without the AI voiceover.

I grant, the CGI actors in there are not a bad idea. But how hard is it to just narrate, with an actual human voice, instead of a computer with a fake British accent?
 
Cigarlover said:
regardless of age, women are looking for security.
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Maybe. But in my life, I saw so many cases where women went for the guys who were superficial sacks of shit (SSS)) and had no care for tomorrow, next year, or twenty years down the road. I was the outsider who was not spending my income on stupid shit for today's pleasure. And I hope those sacks of shit get their reward.
 
Someone_else said:
Maybe. But in my life, I saw so many cases where women went for the guys who were superficial sacks of shit (SSS)) and had no care for tomorrow, next year, or twenty years down the road. I was the outsider who was not spending my income on stupid shit for today's pleasure. And I hope those sacks of shit get their reward.
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That's what frosts my 'nads.

These same women who had nothing but ridicule and derision for me, back in the day - even when I became established in my railroad career - suddenly now find me attractive, now that their own attributes have faded?

Time to time I've mentioned the Alicia-Silverstone lookalike I worked with on CSX in Buffalo. No lie. She was from a railroad family, so she had a leg up in getting in. She had completely screwed her life up, with a quick marriage and divorce out of high school. She absolutely was not "college material." But she was barely railroad material. She didn't want a desk job as a clerk or yardmaster - no, she wanted to be out with the boys running trains.

Yeah. In the biz, you start on the ground. I remember tying a train down, late one night, in Erie, PA, because we were out of hours available - and a re-crew would be hours off. Her JOB was to walk the train and tie it down.

We were in the (granted, small) ghetto of Erie. On a Saturday night. She's beautiful, 21, with long blonde hair. Now, I could order her out there; but if, and probably when, something happened...I'd be blaming myself forever.

So I parked her shapely backside on my own seat - she could work the radio. I tied the damn thing down. FWIW, we weren't allowed to carry firearms, and had we used any other kind of weapon, like a knife, company policy would have resulted in punishment. So, in such situations, we'd carry railroad fusees - like the old-school highway flares. Blacks don't care about white boys with knives, but they all fear fire.

Okay. Time moves on; I got out of that job; she moved up a bit - a DEI promotion that took her to Jacksonville, CSX HQ, that she either didn't like or got sacked at; and she was back on the ground. I was by the old yard office to look up a friend, there, in 2019. I'd been away 11 years

She happened to be there - now an engineer herself. Still slender - but no longer trim, the poor diet and irregular sleep made her look like someone out of Dorothea Lange's Dust Bowl album. Stringy graying hair. Deep lines in the face.

And she recognized me right away. Instead of sweeping me off, she wanted to sit me down, pour me a coffee, find out what I'd been up to. All friends. This from a woman who flirted ENDLESSLY with every male BUT me.

In fairness, it was probably that back then, she didn't know how to read me. She couldn't get me to respond like every other drooling male would, to her batted eyelashes and burning blue eyes.

But now, with her options all-but-up, she wants to chat me up. Well, I didn't really have hard feelings, so I was pleasant - distant, but pleasant.

Women are gold-diggers. Maybe one in a hundred, is capable of sincerity. I knew one. ONE. None other.
 
I think my sister may be insane. Both she and her husband drive luxury cars, they send their kids to private schools and are now getting a divorce. She wants to borrow 400K from me. Should I give it to her? Flush it down the toilet? Burn it? Or sing "Hit the road Jack" to her? Help me :eek:

My Sister Is Asking To Borrow $400,000​


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...not even Big Dave.

A couple of fill-ins. GenZ types, looks to me.

When you have to go to children for that kind of financial advice...you need a legal guardian.
 
For years I hosted New Years. I think I may have been a fool. WTF?!?!

I canceled New Year dinner at my place—I won’t pay again for everyone​

One of our readers wrote to us with a story many people will recognize — especially around the holidays. For years, hosting New Year’s dinner at her place wasn’t just a tradition; it was an expectation. She paid, cooked, cleaned, and never complained.This year, she finally said no — and everything changed.

The letter:

Hi Dear Bright Side Team! For years, New Year’s dinner at my place wasn’t a tradition — it was an expectation. I paid $700 for 7 people! Cooked for days, and cleaned before and after. Everyone else showed up with empty hands and big appetites. This year, I finally said it out loud in the group chat: “I can host, but we need to split the cost.” The responses were immediate and ugly. “So you’re charging admission now?” “If you can’t afford it, just say that.” “Hosting was your idea.” That’s when it clicked. They didn’t see generosity. They saw a free ride. So I canceled. No arguing. No explaining. Just: “I’m not hosting this year.” Two days later, I got a message from someone I barely talk to in the group. They said, “I thought you should know — they’ve already picked another place. They’re splitting the cost... and calling it a ‘new tradition.’” That’s when it hit me. They didn’t miss me. They missed what I paid for. So I left the group chat without a word. No grand confrontation. No speech. Just an exit. And for the first time in years, the New Year feels lighter — not because I’m celebrating, but because I finally stopped funding a room I was never valued in.

More here:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle...ain-for-everyone/ar-AA1T5KTm?ocid=socialshare
 
I don't often agree with MSLSD, but here I do. Very often it happens - one person's largesse leads to expectation, then to contempt, and then a mental distancing ("Him" [or "Them"] versus "Us.")

The solution is, first, pick your friends carefully. Then...do this. ONCE. If it becomes a tradition, make hosting a round-robin kinda thing.
 
I agree with CJ. And $700 for 7 people?! Apparently, they were not family, but some acquaintances in a group. How can one spend $100 per guest?! I could see maybe $30 to $40 if each guest had a pound of ribeye. Lobster? Liquor? It's a mystery to me. But I fully agree with walking away from the ungrateful.
 
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