Lily chose the fancy restaurant — white tablecloths, scary prices.I warned her I was on a budget.
She ordered big. I ordered a salad. When the check came, she said, “Let’s split it.”
What she didn’t know? I’d already paid my part in advance. Two receipts hit the table. Awkward. Honest. Necessary.
“I just needed to respect my limits,” I said. She apologized. We laughed. Next time? Tacos 🌮
Lesson: boundaries + communication > people-pleasing.
And that salad? Worth it.
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