Marriage can be a rollercoaster, and after six years with my husband Todd, I thought I’d seen it all. That is, until his 35th birthday rolled around. I had spent weeks planning a beautiful dinner party, only for him to announce, at the last minute, that he was ditching me to watch a game at a bar. What followed was a night of surprises, laughter, and, admittedly, a little sweet revenge.
Six Years of Marriage, and Todd’s Entitlement
When Todd and I first got married, he was charming and thoughtful. But as the years passed, his sense of entitlement began to overshadow the man I fell in love with. Whether it was expecting me to handle family holidays or taking credit for my efforts, Todd’s behavior often left me feeling unappreciated.
Last year, for instance, I spent weeks crafting a personalized photo album for his birthday—a heartfelt collection of our best memories together. His response? “Oh. So, where’s the real gift?”
It hurt, but I chalked it up to thoughtlessness. This year, however, his entitlement hit a new low, and I decided it was time to teach Todd a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
The Big Birthday Dinner Plan
Todd’s request was straightforward—or so he thought.
“Claire, I want a proper birthday dinner this year,” he said, scrolling through his phone. “Invite everyone—family, my buddies. Just make it decent, okay?”
Decent? I wanted to laugh. But instead, I took his request as a challenge. If Todd wanted a birthday dinner, I’d make sure it was a dinner to remember.
I spent weeks planning. The menu was gourmet: spinach-stuffed chicken, rosemary potatoes, and a charcuterie board that looked straight out of a food magazine. I even baked a three-layer chocolate cake topped with edible gold flakes.
Todd, predictably, contributed nothing. “You’ve got this, babe,” he’d say, lounging on the couch. His only concern seemed to be that I wouldn’t “embarrass” him in front of his friends.
The Ultimate Betrayal
The day of the party finally arrived. By noon, the house was spotless, the table was set, and the food was almost ready. I was exhausted but proud of the effort I’d put in.
Then Todd walked into the kitchen.
“Looks good,” he mumbled, grabbing a soda from the fridge. “But hey, don’t bother finishing this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
A man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
“I’m heading to the bar with the guys to watch the game instead,” he said casually. “Cancel everything. Tell everyone something came up.”
I stared at him, speechless. He was ditching his own birthday dinner after I’d spent weeks preparing for it?
“People are already on their way,” I protested.
“They’ll understand,” he shrugged, grabbing his jacket.
And with that, he left.
A Change of Plans
I was hurt, humiliated, and angry. But as I stood there staring at the beautifully set table, I realized something: I wasn’t the one who should feel embarrassed.
Instead of canceling the dinner, I grabbed my phone and sent a group text to all the guests:
Change of plans! Meet us at the bar on Main Street. Bring your appetite!
Then I packed up all the food, loaded it into the car, and drove to the bar Todd had mentioned.
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Turning the Tables
When I arrived, the bar was already packed. Todd was sitting at a table with his friends, completely oblivious to my presence.
I walked in, carrying trays of food, and began setting up at a table near the bar. The smell of the dishes quickly caught everyone’s attention.
“What’s going on?” a man asked, eyeing the spread.
I raised my voice, making sure Todd could hear. “Oh, this was supposed to be my husband’s birthday dinner. But he ditched me for the bar, so I thought I’d bring the party to him!”
The room erupted in laughter. Todd finally turned around, his face pale as he realized what was happening.
A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney
He stormed over. “Claire, what are you doing?” he hissed.
“Serving the dinner you wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Happy birthday, Todd!”
A Birthday to Remember
Soon, guests started arriving—both our families and Todd’s friends. His mom walked in, took one look at the scene, and shook her head.
“Really, Todd?” she said.
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Meanwhile, my dad grabbed a plate and said, “Well, the food smells amazing. Let’s eat!”
Even the other bar patrons joined in, enjoying the feast I’d prepared. Todd’s friends couldn’t stop laughing at his expense, and the bartender declared me the MVP of the night.
The pièce de résistance? The birthday cake. I had written in bold frosting: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SELFISH HUSBAND!
Aftermath: A Lesson Learned
By the end of the night, Todd was thoroughly humiliated. When we got home, he tried to argue.
“You embarrassed me in front of everyone!” he said.
“No, Todd,” I shot back. “You embarrassed yourself. Next time, don’t take me—or my efforts—for granted.”
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It’s been two weeks since that night, and Todd has been unusually polite. He hasn’t apologized outright, but his behavior speaks volumes.
As for me? I’ve learned that sometimes, you need to stand up for yourself—even if it means making a scene.
A Word to the Wise
Marriage is about partnership, not entitlement. Todd’s birthday may not have gone the way he planned, but it was a turning point for both of us.
If you’re ever in a similar situation, remember this: you deserve respect and appreciation. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. And if all else fails? Serve the cake with a side of justice.
