I thought my husband and I were on the same page following a much-needed family vacation with our young children. But his last-minute choice to dump us at the airport made me feel ignored, prompting me to take action. After that, I gave him a lesson he will remember.
It’s difficult when a spouse takes you for granted, especially when they don’t realize it. For a while, I let things slip, hoping to preserve the peace, until a critical occurrence compelled me to defend myself and our children in a fairly small but successful manner.
Last summer, Tom and I felt that a trip to the shore was just what our family needed. He was positive that a week away would benefit us, and he was correct—it was terrific. However, as our holiday came to a conclusion, the reality of bringing everyone and everything back home became clear. Tom promised me that he would manage the return trip logistics and pick us up, so I trusted him and set my fears aside.
Our return flight was expected to arrive around midday. After landing, I contacted Tom to arrange a transport home. He said that he had come early owing to a scheduling misunderstanding and volunteered to pick us up. However, when we arrived, he was not to be found. His phone explanation crushed my patience: “Hello, babe.” I ran into my old friend Mike and we agreed to catch up for a few hours.”
Reluctantly, I agreed, assuming it would be brief. But after two hours passed with no sign of him and repeated calls going unanswered, I began to panic. When he finally answered, he was still with Mike, dismissively telling me to manage on my own. Frustrated and overwhelmed, I gathered our things, wrangled the kids and the luggage, and made it home utterly exhausted.
Tom walked in hours later, oblivious to the mayhem he had left me to manage. This wasn’t his first time doing anything like this, but it was the last straw. I planned my a response, determined to make him realize the seriousness of his deeds.
The chance occurred the next weekend, when he organized a poker night. I double-checked that everything was in order before leaving him to handle on his own, just as he had done with me. Hours later, among frantic texts, I returned to find chaos—snacks scattered, kids running wild, and Tom worried and stressed. His companions had fled, tired up with the chaos.
