"@Maya Galloway, now every app shows annual bills. Screenshot your PayPal, Amazon, and DoorDash bills and send them in the group chat so everyone can take a look."
I opened the article and skimmed it.
Good lord—start to finish, nothing but twisted nonsense.
Stuff like "ordering takeout means you're not a proper woman," and "spending more than five thousand means you're a spendthrift."
This wasn't sharing an article—this was her using a feather as a command arrow, trying to hold a public trial against me in front of all the relatives.
I replied:
"Mom, this is private. There's no need to send it in the group chat, right?"
Lola replied instantly, clearly guarding her phone, waiting for me to jump into the trap.
"What privacy is there in a family? If you haven't done anything wrong, you don't fear ghosts knocking at night. Only people who spend money in improper places don't dare show their bills!"
As soon as she said that, the aunts and relatives started popping up, sending a bunch of popcorn and side-eye emojis.
This old woman was trying to guilt-trip me.