I Refuse to Sacrifice My Dream for My Stepdaughter’s ’’Stupid Hobby

I saved for months to fund a couple’s cruise. But now, my stepdaughter, 14, wants to try dance, the classes cost a lot. I told my husband that I won’t give up my cruise for her urges. He said, ‘Start earning, then you can make decisions!” Furious, I bought the tickets to teach him a lesson. But I wasn’t expecting his reaction.

He started laughing. Turns out I couldn’t complete the purchase without his consent because our bank would block the payment. Then I called our bank. I was shocked to discover that what he told me was actually very true. He had set a spending limit on my account, requiring his approval for purchases above a certain amount. I feel humiliated and frustrated. While I don’t have a traditional job, I handle everything at home to keep life running smoothly for him and his daughter. I don’t think it’s fair to be treated this way. All I wanted was a vacation, and I believe I have the right to prioritize my happiness over his daughter’s “stupid” sudden whims.

What should I do?

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