Some people say that getting even is best when it’s cold. That wasn’t possible for the woman in today’s story, though. Because her husband ruined the day that should have been her special one, she chose to ruin his. She checked the Internet to see if what she did was too much.

She told what took place.

My husband and I have two kids, a 6-year-old boy and an 8-month-old girl. He told me for two weeks before Mother’s Day that he had planned the whole weekend to be with me. This is NOT normal, but I have complained and felt hurt in the past because he didn’t do much for me on Mother’s Day but always did everything for him on Father’s Day, and I felt like I wasn’t appreciated.

It looks like he finally got what I was saying and was going to make this year extra special for me. The only thing I asked for was a massage, but he kept telling me that he couldn’t give me one because it “wasn’t enough.” Like, I don’t know. I really believe this man went all out at this point.

Anyway, it’s Friday, and a lot of people start showing up. Ten to fifteen people were invited. I believe I knew two people. He named it the “Mother’s Day fire.” We did have a fire, but I was the one who threw the kids around all night—my 6-year-old while holding the baby, and someone else’s two kids because they weren’t watching them—and no one spoke to me. My husband’s friend didn’t acknowledge me until the very end of the night, when he told me he was “stealing” my husband to go four-wheeling.

I told them my husband wasn’t leaving. This was supposed to be my promised weekend, but I had to watch other people’s kids, wasn’t talked to, cleaned up a mess, and now my husband is leaving. I’m very upset.

The next morning, I talk about how hurt I am. He says he understands, is sorry, and wasn’t really thinking straight. I see what you mean. No big deal. Saturday, we didn’t do anything because he slept for most of the day.

Well, yesterday, his boss called him at 6 a.m. and asked him to come to work because they were short-staffed. He agreed. I was upset, so I said, “But it’s Mother’s Day.” He then says, “I know, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to miss the chance to work more hours.” I get it too. Okay, then.

When he gets home at 5 p.m., he starts getting the kids dressed and ready to go, so I think it’s time for us to finally celebrate. I really want to go for a walk, but after only five minutes, he starts to complain about the black flies and makes us turn around. The flies weren’t even that bad. To say it again, I’m sorry.

He sits down on the couch when we get home and says, “Oh, your gift is in the truck.” When I go down, I see a $5 container for sugar and flour. I like this kind of stuff, but I’m so hurt right now. When I asked him if I could at least get a massage, he said, “I’m sorry, babe, I’m just so tired.” He then fell asleep around 8 pm, even though he doesn’t normally go to bed until midnight or 1 am. I couldn’t help but cry.

I threw away the three gifts I had already bought him for Father’s Day. Items with my name on them that cost more than I want to say but I don’t care anymore. They were covered in food when he found them in the trash this morning. He asked me what they were and why they were there. I told him they were Father’s Day gifts and that was that. Now he’s saying that he “tried” to make my weekend special and that it hurts him that I threw away his gifts as a way to get back at him for not making it happen the way he wanted.

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