I had been eagerly anticipating my birthday dinner for weeks just a small, heartfelt gathering with the people who mattered most to me.
I chose a cozy vegan restaurant, softly lit and filled with gentle music, the kind of place that invited laughter and connection.
As the night began, everything felt perfect warm conversation, shared memories, and the easy comfort of being surrounded by friends. But when the $375 check landed on the table, the mood shifted instantly. The laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that made the air feel heavy.
I waited, hoping someone would suggest splitting the bill. Instead, one friend chuckled and said, “You should cover it – it’s your birthday.” The words stung more than I expected. I forced a smile, murmured something polite, and stepped outside to breathe.