I was lying in bed after another grueling 12-hour day at the hospital when I accidentally opened the family group chat they thought I’d never see—and as I scrolled through three years of messages taunting me as their “holiday pest” while I paid for their Christmases, vacations, bills, and luxuries, I opened my laptop, pulled out over $60,000 in receipts, and realized that, before the sun rose, I was about to send my family a Christmas message they’d never forget…