Having a partner who takes you for granted is quite difficult, especially when they don’t get it. For a while, I kept quiet and let things be until one incident forced my hand. That incident made me stand up for myself and my children in the most petty way!

Last summer, my husband and I decided to take a much-needed vacation with our two kids to the coast. Tom was convinced that a week away would be perfect for us, and he was right. We had a fantastic time!

But as our lovely family vacation came to an end, it was time to return home. I started to worry about getting everything and everyone home. My husband assured me he’d take care of the return trip details and would pick us up. So I reluctantly put my concerns aside.

Our flight back home was scheduled to land around noon. When we touched down, I called Tom to coordinate our ride home. He arrived earlier on a separate flight because of a misunderstanding with the booking. So he offered to pick us up from the airport.

Yet, when we landed, there was no sign of him. When Tom picked up my call, he quite casually dropped this bomb on me, “Hi babe, I ran into my old childhood friend Mike.” His friend happened to be in the area and suggested they meet up.

“We haven’t seen each other in years and decided to have a quick catch-up,” he explained. “Come on, it’s just for a few hours.” My husband promised he’d come through in a couple of hours to help with the kids and luggage.

I was reluctant but I agreed, thinking a quick catch-up wouldn’t hurt. But after over two hours, my husband still hadn’t arrived. When I called him, there was no answer, and I started panicking. After a few more tries, he finally answered.

“What’s going on, Tom? Are you on your way? It’s been more than a few hours now and we’re still waiting,” I told him. At the same time, I was trying to entertain our frustrated children. There was so much noise where he was I could barely hear him!

“Hi babe, I’m still hanging out with Mike,” he shouted. “Are you serious, Tom?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as frustration hit me. “You’re just leaving me to handle everything alone?” I asked him, feeling incredulous.

“Relax, honey. Come on, you’ve got this. You can manage,” he said, sounding almost dismissive. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was livid! Managing two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases by myself was a nightmare!

It wasn’t something I’d signed up for. Frustrated and angry, I struggled to keep calm while I packed up and gathered our things. I somehow managed to herd the kids and carry all our luggage, my husband’s stuff included, to the car.

By the time we got home, I was beyond physically and emotionally exhausted! Tom waltzed in four hours later, smelling of beer and carrying a carefree smile! “Hope it wasn’t too tough. Mike and I had a GREAT time catching up,” he said, unaware of the anger simmering inside me.

I didn’t respond right away, but my mind was racing. This wasn’t the first time Tom had left me to deal with everything on my own, but it was the last straw. I needed to make sure he understood how unfair and inconsiderate he had been.

My mind started spinning with thoughts of PAYBACK. The opportunity to teach Tom a lesson came sooner than I expected. The following weekend, he planned to host a poker night at our house. I decided to use this chance to turn the tables on him.

So, the next day was poker night and I was ready! I went out of my way to ensure everything was set up well. I prepared snacks, and drinks, and even tidied up the living room. As Tom’s friends started arriving, I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” my husband asked, surprised. “Out,” I replied with a cryptic smile. “You’ll manage, right? You’ve got this.” The look on Tom’s face was priceless as I left. I drove to a nearby café, ordered a coffee, and watched a movie on my phone.

About three hours later, I got a frantic text from Tom: “Where are you? The kids are driving me crazy! I can’t handle this!” I took my time finishing my movie before heading home. When I walked in, the house was a COMPLETE disaster!

Snacks were scattered everywhere, the kids were running wild, and Tom looked like he was about to lose his mind! He looked frazzled and exhausted! His friends had already left, clearly fed up with the chaos.

“What happened here?” I asked innocently, surveying the mess. My husband looked at me, a mixture of frustration and realization on his face. “I don’t know how you do it,” he admitted. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone with everything at the airport. I didn’t realize how hard it is.”

That night, we sat down for a long, honest conversation about responsibilities and partnership. Tom apologized and promised to be more involved. It took some time, but he started showing up more for the kids, me, and our family.

As the days passed, my husband made a real effort to change. He began to take on more of the daily responsibilities. He’d wake up early to help with the children’s breakfast, pack their lunches, and even drop them off at school on his way to work.

In the evenings, he’d come home and help with dinner, homework, and bedtime routines. The children noticed the change too. They started to seek him out for help and playtime, something they rarely did before.

One evening, about a month after the incident, we were sitting on the porch after putting the kids to bed. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over our backyard. Tom turned to me, his expression serious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened,” he said. “I really screwed up. I’ve been taking you for granted, and I’m sorry. I want to make things right.” I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat.

“It’s not just about what happened at the airport, babe. It’s been building up for a while,” I confessed. “I need you to be my partner, not someone who’s there when it’s convenient.”

“I know. And I promise, I’m going to do better.” From that day on, Tom’s actions matched his words. He became more attentive and considerate. The man I love started planning family activities, and we even instituted a weekly family game night!

Then, one evening, as we were getting ready for bed, Tom brought up the idea of taking another family trip. This time, he suggested a cabin in the mountains.

I was hesitant at first, worried that history might repeat itself. But he assured me that he’d take care of everything. True to his word, my husband planned every detail of the trip.

He booked the cabin, arranged for a rental car, and even mapped out activities that the children would enjoy! When the day of the trip arrived, Tom was on top of EVERYTHING!

He managed the luggage, handled the kids, and kept things running smoothly. The cabin was perfect! It was a cozy retreat nestled in the woods with a beautiful view of the mountains. We spent our days hiking, fishing, and exploring.

Our evenings were spent playing games and roasting marshmallows by the fire. It was exactly what we needed to recharge and reconnect as a family. One afternoon, as we sat by the lake watching the children skip stones, Tom turned to me with a thoughtful expression.