Ruby thought I was abusing her by not taking her out to eat. She didn't realize the steaks and organic corn I bought cost more than plenty of fried chicken meals.
In this life, I'm not playing that fool's role again.
"Of course, you can," I said.
Ruby couldn't believe it. "Really?"
"Really. I know you don't like my cooking. From now on, I'll just give you money, and you can buy whatever you want."
"Mom, you're the best!"
Ruby happily ran to her room and quickly ordered herself a large serving of fried chicken.
She devoured it, not even thinking to offer me a piece or ask if I wanted any.
In my past life, she was the same, taking everything I did for granted.
She even ended up questioning me, "Why do you control me? Isn't it because you're useless? If not, why don't you focus on yourself?"
She wasn't wrong.
Instead of putting all my hopes on my child, I should focus on improving myself.
With that in mind, I headed to work.
The company I worked for was a leader in the industry.
My designs were well-liked by my supervisor, but sales paid better. To earn more money, I asked to be transferred to sales.
My income did increase, but so did the daily pressure.