Imagine typing out this letter and not stopping halfway and thinking “Hmmm, this makes me sound like the worst human being in the world.”
Holy fucking shit
I like that the cash value of the gift is literally all that matters to this person. Gifts are not about love, or time, or forethought, or anything like that. It’s just the cash value, and if you don’t cough up something equivalent to what they’ve spent on you, it’s not good enough.
Ah, alas. There are people like this in my family, too. We don’t talk to them, either.