The Family That Fought Back

The Family That Fought Back

Jing Buhui

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Thanksgiving was usually a time for family, but for me, an architect, it meant bracing for impact as my mom, Emily, tried to appease her endlessly demanding relatives. Our "special" Thanksgiving Eve dinner, a lavish affair my mom booked to unite everyone, quickly became an ambush when my cousin Jessica, her husband Mark, and their entitled entourage crashed it, claiming their own reservation was magically "lost." The evening devolved into a nightmare: my asthmatic grandmother choked on cigar smoke, Mark tried to ply my six-year-old niece with bourbon, and their son bit me after I tried to reclaim money my mom gave them, pushing my dad to flip the entire dinner table. As wine and prime rib rained down, Mark, soaked in gravy, shamelessly tried to extort $28,000 from us for "emotional distress" and a "ruined" Disney trip, threatening to call the police on us, leaving me reeling from their audacious greed and victim-blaming. But they had no idea my mom, shedding years of guilt, was about to drop a different kind of hammer, and with my phone recording their entire shakedown, our counter-attack against years of exploitation had only just begun.

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Thanksgiving was usually a time for family, but for me, an architect, it meant bracing for impact as my mom, Emily, tried to appease her endlessly demanding relatives.

Our "special" Thanksgiving Eve dinner, a lavish affair my mom booked to unite everyone, quickly became an ambush when my cousin Jessica, her husband Mark, and their entitled entourage crashed it, claiming their own reservation was magically "lost."

The evening devolved into a nightmare: my asthmatic grandmother choked on cigar smoke, Mark tried to ply my six-year-old niece with bourbon, and their son bit me after I tried to reclaim money my mom gave them, pushing my dad to flip the entire dinner table.

As wine and prime rib rained down, Mark, soaked in gravy, shamelessly tried to extort $28,000 from us for "emotional distress" and a "ruined" Disney trip, threatening to call the police on us, leaving me reeling from their audacious greed and victim-blaming.

But they had no idea my mom, shedding years of guilt, was about to drop a different kind of hammer, and with my phone recording their entire shakedown, our counter-attack against years of exploitation had only just begun.

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