But I decided not to cancel the dinner. I sent a group text to the guests, telling them to meet at the bar where Todd was. I packed the food and drove there.
When I arrived at the bar, I set up the food in full view of Todd and his buddies. People noticed, and when I explained what had happened, there were murmurs and laughter. Todd finally noticed and stormed over, but I ignored him and invited others to enjoy the food.
Then our families showed up. Todd’s mom asked what was going on, and I explained that Todd had ditched the dinner I’d planned for the game. His dad called it disrespectful, while my mom started eating. Soon, everyone dug into the food.
I brought out a cake that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SELFISH HUSBAND!” which got more laughter. Todd wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care.
After everyone was done, the bartender complimented me and offered free drinks if I came back without Todd.
It’s been two weeks since then, and Todd has changed. His demands have decreased, and he’s been unusually polite, as if he’s afraid I’ll do something like that again. He hasn’t apologized for ditching me, but his behavior shows he knows I won’t tolerate his nonsense anymore.
This story is inspired by real events and fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy.