If you have spent years cooking meals you were not invited to eat, organizing events you were not thanked for, holding families together while being told it is not that hard, then you already know what Morgan knew. You know it in your hands and in your back and in the quiet drive home after everyone else has gone to bed.
The question is not whether you deserve better. You know you do. The question is this: what would you name the folder, and when are you going to open it?