My husband’s birthday was just around the corner and he asked me to prepare a lavish dinner for the family and some of his friends.
Honestly, I was a bit hesitant because he didn’t seem to appreciate the effort I put into his birthday celebrations over the years, but I still decided to give him another chance.
Last year, I did my best to make an album of carefully chosen photos of our travels and some of the precious moments we have shared during the six years of marriage. But the moment he unwrapped the present, he asked, “And where’s the real gift.”
I was hurt by his words because the remark was inconsiderate, but I told myself that’s just who he is and let it go.
“Invite the family, my buddies, everyone. Just make it decent, alright? I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of everyone,” he said of this year’s birthday celebration.
I carefully planned everything while Todd barely helped, pretending to be busy with work.
As I started setting the table, waiting for the guests to arrive, Todd came home from work and said, “This doesn’t look bad.”
“What?” I yelled. “Is that the best you can? DOESN’T LOOK BAD???”
But he ignored my words and said, “You know what, don’t bother finishing. Call everyone and tell them something came out. I have to be at the bar in 15 minutes, my buddies are waiting for me there.”
Honestly, I was aware Todd was entitled, but this was the last straw. I wasn’t going to put up with his childish behavior any longer.
“Todd, the guests are on their way and everything is ready. I even baked two pies,” I said angrily.
“Honey, I trust you with this one, just cancel everything. If I don’t get to the bar, my friends will mock me. I hope you understand.”
He then grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house.
I was about to humiliate him and teach him a lesson, so I took my phone and sent a message to each of the guests that were about to attend my husband’s birthday that we were celebrating at the bar instead of home.
I sent the location to the bar Todd mentioned, packed all the food I prepared, put it in the car, and headed towards the bar.
Once there, I asked for a table and started unpacking the dishes one by one. The smell of the homemade food caught everyone’s attention.
One of the people there asked what was that about, and that’s when I yelled, “This is the food I was about to serve at my husband’s birthday party, but he ditched me and chose to celebrate here with some friends.”
Everyone erupted in laughter, and that’s when Todd noticed me.
Just as he tried to approach me, he saw his parents, my parents, and some of his cousins entering the place.
“Claire, was this necessary?” he asked, totally embarrassed.
But before I could answer, his mom turned to him and asked, “Todd, why is your wife serving food at a bar?”
He made a bunch of excuses, but I was more than happy to share the truth.
Turning to his mom, I said, “Well, Todd decided to cancel at the last minute because he wanted to spend his birthday with his buddies instead with his wife and family. So, here we are.”
“That’s so disrespectful of you Todd,” his dad said while my mom put some pie in a plate.
Todd’s friends couldn’t stop laughing at him, saying that was the best birthday party they have ever been to.
As expected, Todd was totally embarrassed. “Claire, you humiliated me in front of everyone,” he said.
“No, honey, you did this yourself,” I said.
After all the food was gone, I collected the empty plates and headed towards my car. The bartender, who was amused by the entire situations, said the next time I’m there, the drinks are on him.
It’s been two weeks since my husband’s birthday “party,” and I can tell you, that man has changed.
He’s now more considerate and more respectful of everything I do for him, including organizing his birthday parties.
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