gently.

Aunt Lori sighed dramatically. “Mom, you don’t understand how hard I worked to get us this trip. The resort was overbooked.

It’s only for a few nights! Be grateful we’re all here together!”

Except they weren’t together.

Aunt Lori and Rachel were having cocktails by the infinity pool, while my grandma sat on a rock-hard mattress, staring at a flickering fluorescent light.

That’s when she called me.

And that’s when I saw red.

“Doris,” her voice trembled. “I don’t think I can stay here.

There are… bugs.”

“Bugs? Grandma, where exactly are you?”

“The motel,” she whispered. “It’s not quite what I expected.”

Grandma sent me photos of the motel, and I immediately understood what was going on.

Aunt Lori and Rachel never even tried to book her a real room.

They used Grandma’s money to fund their own VIP vacation and dumped her in a dump.

Oh. Hell. No.

“Grandma, don’t unpack,” I told her.

“Give me ONE HOUR. I’ll teach them a lesson,” and then I hung up.

I immediately called Aunt Lori.

“Oh, hi Doris!” she chirped. “Guess what?

We’re having dinner at this fancy restaurant tonight! You should come. I mean, if you’re not too busy.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” I said.

“Don’t you worry. I’m not busy at all.”

Aunt Lori didn’t know it yet, but she was about to have the worst dinner of her life.

I booked the most expensive suite in the very hotel Aunt Lori was staying in. For Grandma.

And it was going to be charged to Aunt Lori’s credit card.

In addition, I ordered a luxurious dinner in the restaurant of the hotel.

How?

Because when Grandma paid for the trip, she used Aunt Lori’s travel rewards account. And lucky for us, Aunt Lori had left her saved credit card information in the system.

One little call, and boom. Room upgraded.

The best part was that Grandma’s new room cost more than both of Aunt Lori’s combined.

Soon, I reached the town where Grandma was and I immediately went and picked her up from the motel.

“You don’t have to worry about anything now, Grandma,” I told her.

“I’ve booked a better room for you.”

“But Doris,” Grandma began. “I don’t understand—”

“Trust me, Grandma,” I squeezed her hands. “Nobody messes with my family.”

Later that evening, I marched Grandma right past Aunt Lori and Rachel at their fancy dinner, suitcase in hand.

Aunt Lori’s jaw DROPPED.

“Mom?

What’s going on?” she sputtered, almost choking on her lobster.

“Oh, I’m just moving to my real room,” Grandma smiled.

“But we already booked you a decent room in a motel!” she said, putting down her fork. “Why are you here?”

“Decent?” I laughed. “There were cockroaches, Aunt Lori.

COCKROACHES.”

Rachel shifted uncomfortably. “Mom, you said Grandma wanted something simple…”

I smiled sweetly. “In a dirty smelly and cheap hotel, you meant?

Oh, and Aunt Lori?” I leaned in. “This room and dinner for grandma are fully charged to your card.”

Aunt Lori turned purple.

“What?!” she screeched. “No!

That’s a MISTAKE!”

I pulled out my phone and showed her the receipt.

“No mistake,” I said calmly. “Just like it was no mistake that you dumped Grandma in that fleabag motel while you two lived it up on her dime.”

At that point, the entire restaurant was staring at us. Aunt Lori shifted uncomfortably, knowing she had no choice but to pay for Grandma’s luxurious room and dinner.

“This is ridiculous,” she hissed.

“Mom, are you really going to let her do this?”

Grandma stood tall. “Actually, Lori, I think it’s time I started making my own decisions about my money. And who deserves it.”

That night, Grandma had the time of her life in her luxury suite.

She sipped the complimentary beverages and enjoyed the best food from the restaurant.

“To family,” Grandma toasted that night, as we sat on her private balcony overlooking the ocean. “The ones who truly care.”

Aunt Lori barely spoke to Grandma for the rest of the trip. And when they got home, Grandma decided to cut her off.

No more “help” with expenses.

No more generous checks for “emergencies.” No more covering for Aunt Lori’s bad financial decisions.

Grandma was done.

Moral of the story?

Sometimes the best revenge isn’t just getting even. It’s teaching someone a lesson they’ll never forget while showing someone you love that they deserve better.

Source: amomama