When Todd blew off the birthday dinner I’d spent weeks preparing, I could have cried. Instead, I got creative. Why waste perfectly good gourmet food just because the guest of honor had other plans?
The sports bar erupted in cheers when I arrived with trays of elegant hors d’oeuvres. Todd’s poker face collapsed when he saw me setting up an impromptu banquet table. By the time our confused families arrived, the entire bar was enjoying what should have been his private celebration.
That custom cake became the talk of the town when I unveiled its new message. The bartender’s offer of lifetime free drinks (solo only) was just icing on top. Todd’s walk of shame past judgmental relatives? Priceless.
Now he thinks twice before taking me for granted. Turns out public humiliation makes excellent marriage therapy.
