Yet there he was, grinning across the table, waiting for me to laugh at the “joke.”
“Positive vibes, babe,” he said with a shrug. “Just trying to manifest it.”
The Humiliation That Turned the Tables
I paid for my half of the meal. Took one last look at the man I thought I’d marry. Then I left him sitting there, spooning bites of a fake celebration I didn’t ask for.
He didn’t call that night.
Or the next.
By day three, I realized something important: if he thought it was funny to make light of my career, my ambition, and the pain I’d shared with him… I could show him what funny really looked like.
The Party He’ll Never Forget
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