On the big day, just as I finished setting up the picture-perfect spread, Todd walked into the kitchen, barely glanced at my efforts, and casually said, “Cancel everything. I’m heading to the bar to watch the game.”
Stunned, I managed to stay calm and said, “Fine.” But as he left, I made a decision: if Todd wanted to act selfish, I’d let him—on full display.
I texted the guests, packed up the food, and headed to the bar. When I arrived, I set up a table right in the middle of the room, unpacking dish after dish. The aroma caught everyone’s attention, and soon, patrons were asking what was going on.
“This was supposed to be my husband’s birthday dinner,” I said loudly. “But since he ditched me, I brought it to him!”
Laughter erupted, and that’s when Todd noticed me. He rushed over, whispering angrily, “Claire, what are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I started serving plates. Moments later, our guests—and even his parents—walked in. His mom marched straight to him, demanding an explanation. “Todd thought the game was more important than the dinner he insisted on,” I explained cheerfully.
The bar turned into a full-blown party. When I brought out the cake, it stole the show. Written on top were the words: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SELFISH HUSBAND!”
By the time we got home, Todd was livid. “You humiliated me!” he yelled.
“No, Todd,” I replied. “You humiliated yourself.”
Two weeks later, he still hasn’t apologized, but he’s been unusually polite—likely worried I’ll pull another stunt. One thing’s for sure: I’m no longer the wife who’ll let him walk all over me. And that, in my book, is a win.”