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My Stepsister Sent Me a Message Demanding to Pay Her $500 after Her 4th of July Barbecue Party – I Taught Her a Real Lesson

Rita Kumar
Jul 03, 2024
08:15 A.M.

Who charges a $500 bill for a family BBQ? My stepsister Karen, that's who. Instead of paying, I decided to teach her a lesson in family hospitality—with a twist she never saw coming.

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Ugh, guys, you won't believe the nerve of some people. Every year, my stepsister Karen throws this massive Fourth of July party. We're talking burgers piled high, enough potato salad to feed a small army, and sparklers that light up the night like a mini Las Vegas. But this year, something happened that left me FUMING…

A BBQ party on a pleasant and serene evening | Source: Midjourney

A BBQ party on a pleasant and serene evening | Source: Midjourney

The party was great. We laughed, ate until we couldn't see straight, and the little ones had a blast setting off sparklers under my husband James' watchful eye.

By the end of the night, I was stuffed, sweaty from chasing after my toddler, and secretly wishing for a nap that wouldn't be interrupted by a chorus of "Mommy, can I have juice?"

As Karen started packing up, she mentioned sending leftovers home with everyone.

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People toasting at a party | Source: Unsplash

"Think of it as an extension of the party!" she chirped, stacking containers precariously in a giant tote bag.

Score! I wouldn't have to worry about cooking dinner the next night, plus those leftover brownies were calling my name.

Fast forward to the next morning, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Karen.

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A smartphone on a table | Source: Pexels

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Now, you'd think it might be a "Hey, how are you?" or a "Thanks for coming to the party!"

Nope. Instead, it's this:

"Hey, just wanted to let you know your share of the 4th of July party costs is $500. Food costs money, and I gave you a lot of leftovers. Send the money ASAP."

My jaw practically hit the floor.

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

$500? For a family party? And the audacity to call those sad, wilting lettuce leaves and half-eaten hot dogs "a lot of leftovers"? Come on, Karen.

"Seriously??" I texted back, fuming. This couldn't be real, right? Maybe she was joking, or maybe there was some massive misunderstanding.

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A minute ticked by, then two. My phone remained stubbornly silent. Finally, the telltale dots appeared, indicating Karen was typing.

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A woman reading a message on her phone | Source: Midjourney

Then my phone chimed with a reply from her: "Not joking. Food ain't cheap, Everly. You know that. Plus, I practically fed your whole family with those leftovers!"

Ugh, the emoji just made it worse. This wasn't a joke, Karen was actually SERIOUS. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool.

I immediately dialed her number. It rang once, twice, then she picked up.

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A woman initiating a phone call | Source: Midjourney

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"Hey, Karen," I said, forcing a lightness to my voice that I definitely didn't feel. "Just wanted to chat about your message."

"Oh, hey," Karen replied breezily. "About the money? Don't worry, I know you'll send it over soon. Those fireworks weren't exactly a bargain, you know."

Seriously, fireworks? Did she think we were attending some exclusive, champagne-fueled extravaganza? It was a backyard barbecue, Karen!

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

"Look," I started, but she cut me off.

"Look, Everly, I spent a lot on that party. It's only fair everyone else chips in."

This was getting ridiculous.

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"Karen, this was a family party," I said, trying to reason with her. "We're not guests at some fancy restaurant. We're family."

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A woman arguing on the phone | Source: Freepik

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. Then, Karen scoffed.

"Well, family or not, food costs money," she said. "And frankly, I'm tired of always footing the bill. So, yeah, $500 would be great. Thanks."

I hung up, fuming. Who charges family for a dinner?

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A stunned woman covering her mouth | Source: Freepik

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My blood pressure was probably skyrocketing. Needing to vent, I stomped into the living room, where James was wrestling with a mountain of laundry.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked, glancing up with a concerned frown. He knew that look on my face.

"You won't believe what Karen just pulled," I sputtered, collapsing onto the couch next to him. I launched into a rapid-fire explanation, detailing Karen's message, the phone call, the whole ridiculous ordeal. By the time I finished, I was practically out of breath.

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A man smiling | Source: Freepik

James listened patiently, his brow furrowing as I spoke. When I finally stopped, he let out a long, slow whistle. "Wow. Okay, that's… a new low, even for Karen."

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"Right?!" I exclaimed. "Five hundred dollars? For leftovers and fireworks?"

"Classic Karen. Always needs to be the center of attention, even if it means being completely unreasonable," James chuckled.

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A man steepling his fingers and smiling | Source: Freepik

"Exactly!" I agreed. "And the worst part? It's not even about the money. It's the principle of the thing. Family doesn't charge each other for a barbecue!"

"Agreed," James said. "Look, maybe we should just send her the money and be done with it."

I scoffed. "Are you kidding? If we give in now, she'll think she can pull this stunt every year. No way. I need to teach her a lesson."

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A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Freepik

"Okay, then what?" James asked. "You gonna call her back and yell at her? Trust me, that won't end well."

He had a point. Yelling wouldn't solve anything. But the idea of just handing over the money? Never. There had to be a way to put Karen in her place without starting a family war.

"Hmm," I mumbled, tapping my chin thoughtfully. An idea started to form in my head. It was a little mischievous, but hey, Karen started this whole mess. It was time to play her own game.

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The first step? Research.

I spent an afternoon digging through old photo albums and recipe boxes, meticulously documenting every family event I'd hosted over the years. Thanksgiving feasts that stretched the dining table to its breaking point, Christmas dinners, and birthday parties.

Each event had a receipt, a grocery list, or a scribbled note detailing the costs. As I tallied it all up, a sense of satisfaction bloomed in my chest.

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A woman making a note of things on her notepad | Source: Pexels

This wasn't chump change. The total sum, including decorations, entertainment, the mountains of food, came to a staggering $3,750. A far cry from Karen's measly $500.

Armed with this information, I decided to strike. I whipped up a professional-looking invoice, complete with itemized costs and a GRAND TOTAL at the bottom. Then, I attached it to an email titled "Fairness in Family Events."

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The recipient? Karen, of course!

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A woman holding her phone | Source: Unsplash

The message that accompanied the invoice was short and sweet:

"Since we're being fair, here's your share of past family events. The total comes to $3,750. Let's settle this, shall we?"

Hitting send felt like winning a battle. Now, the waiting game began.

The response came quicker than I expected. My phone buzzed with an incoming call, the caller ID flashing "Karen."

"Everly, what's the meaning of this?" Karen yelled. "This invoice is ridiculous!"

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A furious woman yelling on the phone | Source: Freepik

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"Is it?" I countered. "Here's a breakdown of every family event I've hosted over the years, complete with receipts for your reference. Seems pretty fair to me, wouldn't you say?"

Silence stretched on the other end of the line. Finally, Karen huffed. "This is different. I spent a lot on that party."

"And I spent a lot on Christmas dinners and birthday parties," I pointed out. "Think about all the food, the decorations, the entertainment. It adds up."

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A calm and composed woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

"But… but…" Karen stammered, her usual bluster fading.

"Look, Karen," I said. "We're family. Family gatherings shouldn't be about money. It's about spending time together, enjoying each other's company. But if you insist on making it a business transaction, then fine. We can play that game."

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The line went quiet again. Then, Karen sighed dramatically. "This is unbelievable. I can't possibly pay you $3,750."

She hung up but I didn't stop there.

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A young woman holding a smartphone | Source: Unsplash

A couple of weeks later, my husband and I hosted a family get-together.

We went all out, prepping a feast that rivaled Karen's Fourth of July spread. There were mountains of appetizers, a juicy roasted chicken, a veggie platter that resembled a rainbow explosion, and of course, a mountain of desserts.

At the end of the evening, I handed out itemized bills to everyone and announced, "Alright everyone, since we're apparently keeping track of expenses now, I figured I'd prepare a little something for each of you."

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People gathered at a festive dinner | Source: Pexels

Confused frowns creased faces around the table. Karen, however, seemed to shrink a little in her seat, her eyes flickering nervously between me and the papers. I ignored her.

"Here you go, Aunt Linda," I said, passing a paper to my smiling aunt. "This details your contribution to tonight's feast, based on the cost of the food you ate."

One by one, I handed out the itemized receipts, each one listing the "cost" of the dish a family member ate.

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Woman holding a receipt | Source: Midjourney

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The mood in the room shifted from amusement to confusion. Karen remained silent, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

Finally, my ever-observant niece, Sarah, piped up. "So, Aunt Everly, does this mean I owe you money for the juice boxes too?" she asked.

"Yes, honey," I said with a wink, grabbing my wine glass.

"It's just a lesson in fairness. If my sister Karen thinks it's "fair" to charge for family gatherings and demands I pay $500 for the 4th of July barbecue, then we all should follow suit, right?"

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Smiling woman holding a wine glass | Source: Pexels

The guests quickly got the hint and turned to Karen, expressing their disbelief and disappointment. Unable to take the jabs any longer, she mumbled an excuse and practically bolted from the room.

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"This is just a little reminder that family gatherings shouldn't be about who spends the most money. It's about spending quality time together!" I announced, also humbly requesting everyone to just ignore those itemized bills.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, filled with laughter, good food, and lively conversation. Karen's absence was barely noticed.

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Woman walking away | Source: Pexels

A few days later, I received a text from her. It was short and to the point: "Fine. Let's just forget about the money."

"Consider it forgotten," I replied. "But remember, Karen, if you ever pull something like this again, we'll be ready."

Since then, Karen's been a lot more mindful about what she asks for and even pitches in more at family gatherings.

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Family enjoying a festive dinner | Source: Pexels

Looking back, maybe I went a little overboard with the counter-attack. But honestly, Karen's audacity needed a strong response. Sometimes, a touch of petty revenge is all it takes to set things straight.

So, what do you all think? Was my payback petty, or was it a necessary lesson for Karen? Let me know in the comments!

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Smiling woman leaning on the table | Source: Freepik

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