We soon joined the other customers and ate the feast I had worked so hard on. What about Todd’s friends? Still making fun of him, they told him they would never forget that day.
The bar felt like a real party by the time I brought out the cake. I had written on top of the cake in big letters made of frosting:
Happy birthday to my selfish husband! People in the bar laughed out loud when I read it, but Todd wasn’t too happy about it.
“Were you really supposed to do this, Claire?” He said something under his breath. I cocked my head and smiled sweetly. “Certainly.”
After everyone was done, I began to pack up the empty trays.
But the bartender stopped me at that point. He told her, “Ma’am, you’re a giant.” “If you ever come back, drinks are on me.” Of course not with him!”
I laughed. “Thanks!” I’ll stop by sometime.
Following the end of the food, the families left quickly. As he left, my dad gave me a proud nod. Todd’s mom, on the other hand, told him he could have done better.
Todd kept saying that he felt “humiliated” as we drove back home. He fought even more when we got back. He threw his hands up and said, “Claire, you made me look bad in front of everyone!”
I shot back, “No, Todd.” “You made yourself look bad.” Just so you know, don’t expect another home-cooked meal any time soon.
At that point, he knew he couldn’t argue with me. He turned around and stomped off to his room. Todd is not the same as he was that night, two weeks have passed.
Okay, mostly. He is being a lot nicer than normal, like he’s afraid I’ll pull another stunt like that. His unreasonable demands have gone down.
What would you have done if you were me?
