It wasn’t even the relatives who brought it up—it was my husband’s aunt, complaining about body aches. After carrying a cabinet to the truck, she rubbed her back vigorously, sighing: “I’m getting old. Just a little work and my whole body hurts. What am I going to do…”

My husband was the type who was too proud to let anyone’s words fall flat. He quickly jumped in: “Auntie, after we finish moving, I’ll take everyone to a hot spring. You’ve all worked so hard.”

If we’d hired movers, the job would’ve been done in half a day—no stress, no hassle. And if they’d broken my dressing table, they would’ve compensated me.

His aunt’s eyes lit up, and her frown turned into a smile. “Oh, that’s so kind of you—I wouldn’t want to trouble you…”

The others quickly agreed, and a hot spring trip was set in stone. Including us, there were eight people total.

My mother-in-law did the math in her head, and her face fell. But when she made eye contact with everyone else, she forced a smile. “Let’s go! We haven’t gotten together in ages—it’ll be fun.”

In the end, everyone left happy, while my husband and mother-in-law looked embarrassed. But I was still fuming. I whispered to my husband: “What about my dressing table? My mom gave it to me as a dowry, and it’s ruined. I warned you, but you didn’t listen—you insisted on…”

He cut me off sharply: “If I’d known you were this petty, I never would’ve married you!”

“We’re family—why do you have to count every penny? Where does that leave me and Mom?”

What a hypocrite! I was completely disappointed in him. Not only was he stubborn, but he also took my kindness for granted.

I didn’t want to argue in front of the relatives, so I skipped the hot spring trip.