"Thanks for letting me live here, Dad. I love you."

I smile a little bit, but at the same time I'm feeling... I don't even know how to describe it. Angry, I guess. Hurt. Because I'm letting him live here, too. Rent-free, almost responsibility-free (though that's going to change), and I get nothing?

This after two attempts on my part this morning to engage L (SS) in conversation. Resoundingly ignored.

Wow. He's not going to say a damn word to me.

After a minute, G (DH) says "While you're feeling generous and thankful, don't forget to thank Amara too. She cooks a lot of meals, cleans the house..."

Silence for a few seconds. I know he doesn't want to thank me. This is my job, after all, because I'm a woman and this is what I'm for.

Finally, "Yeah. Thanks Amara. I do love your cooking."

I suppose I should be grateful that he finally said something, but I'm just pissed and hurt that he wasn't going to until he was called out on it.