My Husband Dropped a Last-Minute Family Visit on Me—And Expected Me to Play the Perfect Host”

I was enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning when my husband, Alex, strolled in and casually announced, “My family’s coming in four hours. Could you tidy up, shop, cook, and make dessert?”

Then he handed me a checklist—of tasks only for me—while he relaxed on the couch like royalty. It wasn’t the first time he pulled this stunt, but something snapped in me that day. I realized I was done being his unpaid hostess on call.

I smiled sweetly, said I’d head to the store, then drove straight to Target instead. I spent hours sipping coffee, trying on jackets, and debating throw pillows. When I finally texted, “Still at the store. Traffic’s wild ,” I imagined the chaos I’d come home to—and I was right. For once, I chose peace over panic, and it felt incredible. I felt more in control than I had in years.