“From Hard Work to Heartache: My Husband’s Dinner ‘Surprise’ After a Grueling Day”

I Returned Home from a 12-Hour Work Shift Just to Find Pizza Crusts Left for Me by My Husband as Dinner

My spouse wasn’t trying to obtain a job because he was so content not to be working. I finally lost it when he did something one day that truly broke the camel’s back! I decided to exact revenge on him in a way that would compel him to alter his behaviour drastically.
Greetings to all, I’m Amanda, a married 45-year-old woman. I have put in a lot of labour and don’t like handouts. I’ve been balancing all of the housework with a full-time job. My 47-year-old husband Dave does nothing except laze around the house.

When he finally got to me last week, I figured it was time for a little payback! This movie is great, so get some popcorn! Before I go too far, allow me to give you some background.

Since I’m a nurse by trade, I have to work 12-hour shifts. My work is emotionally and physically taxing, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I adore it. Dave, however, hasn’t had a job for more than a year.

When I confront him every now and then, he says, “I’m looking for work.” But in the last two months, I’ve realised it really means he spends his entire day playing video games. He will occasionally send out a résumé.

As his facilitator, maybe I’m also partially to blame. He does not contribute anything to the household, yet he wants me to take care of the cooking, cleaning, and his every need. It was one of those days last Friday when everything went wrong!

By the time my shift at the hospital finished, I was exhausted. I had no energy left to prepare, so I decided to get a pizza on my way home. Even though I was fatigued, I was eager to settle down and have a great meal that wasn’t made by me.

But I made the error of ordering the dinner to be delivered to my house as I was heading home from work. I was astonished by what I saw when I got there! The pizza box was empty when I discovered it on the counter!

My spouse was still engrossed in his games, stretched out on the couch and covered in crumbs. All was remained of the pizza was a mound of crusts! My mouth fell open! Dave, where’s my pizza, I asked?

“Hey, I was hungry,” he casually remarked upon observing my expression. “You know it’s YOUR duty to cook for me, but don’t worry, I left you the crusts,” he said. “They’re like bread, and there’s plenty there so you won’t be hungry.”

To say I was furious would be an understatement! I was feeling angry and tired, and I was staring at the crusts! But I took a long breath instead of screaming and going crazy. As I composed myself, a crafty notion began to take shape.

I had the perfect plan to inflict revenge on him that he would never forget. Thus, I got up early the following morning. Dave’s favourite breakfast is pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs, which I made for him. I pretended to smile as I gave it to him, and he devoured it.

He didn’t realise the tempest that was building within of me because of his conceit. He leaned back and patted his stomach as he was done. “It was really tasty, sweetie. You are aware of how to handle men.” I was mentally staring at him with revulsion, but I took solace in the thought I was about to carry out.

I answered, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” “I have some errands to run, by the way. Later on, I’ll be back.”

Rather than doing errands, I visited my sister. Her assistance was required for the next phase of my plan. She is a tech wizard. I said to her, “I need your help in whipping my husband back into shape without breaking a sweat.”

She said with a smile, “How may I be of service?” For the following three hours, we worked on preparing a small surprise for Dave.

When I got home in the evening, I pretended nothing was wrong. Dave stayed up late playing video games, as usual, while I went to bed early. He was unaware, though, that he was now being sent to a single page on every website he attempted to access. When he went to see them, the following message appeared:

“When you treat your wife like a servant, this is what occurs. Savour the leftovers of your own labours.”

When I woke up the following morning, my spouse was enraged! He cried, “What did you do to the internet?” I took a calm drink of my coffee and turned to face him. “Well, did something occur? Perhaps you ought to work things out on your own.”

His annoyance reddened his face. “I’m not sure how to repair this, you know! Amanda, this isn’t humorous.

“Oh, it’s hilarious from where I’m sitting,” I responded. “Now you’ll understand how it feels being treated like a joke.” “It will stay that way until you learn to respect me and start pulling your weight around the house,” I said before he could go.

He hurried outside to utilise a café’s internet. The best part, though, was that I also redirected his email account! The identical message would appear every time he attempted to send an email: “Treat your wife better.”

He was a mess for days. He was too arrogant to seek assistance, and he had no idea how to correct it. I kept up with the housework and my job in the meanwhile. However, I made it plain that I would no longer put up with his actions.

I took action that I ought to have taken ages ago. I gave up making meals for him and tidying up after him. He was left on his own. After receiving this treatment for a week, Dave eventually gave up and expressed regret.

“Look, Amanda, I apologise. I admit to being a jerk. I promise to start helping out around the house more now that I’ve taken you for granted.” I studied him, attempting to determine how sincere he was. “Are you serious? You’re going to face a harsh awakening if you’re saying this only to get back onto the internet.”

He gave a forceful nod. “Really, I do. I’ll provide you the proof. Please, just get the internet fixed.” My sister helped me remove the tech block. However, I made it plain that I would have no trouble bringing back “Internet Purgatory” if he ever pulled off a similar ruse.

Dave is now helping out and has changed! He’s returned to being the kind man I adore, helping out with cleaning and cooking and even taking his job search more seriously! Additionally, he always asks whether I want pizza before reaching for a slice!

A few evenings later, my husband gave me a sheepish smile as we were enjoying supper that he had made. “You realise that you got me good? Never in my life have I been so irritated.”

I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Well, now you’ll think twice before treating me like your personal maid.” His face displaying a determined expression, he nodded. “I promise that won’t EVER happen again because you deserve so much more.”

“I let myself get too comfortable being spoiled by you and forgot you were my wife and partner and not my help.” He had obviously learned his lesson. “I’ve never said this before, but thank you for holding down the fort while I’ve been out of commission.”

“I know that we wouldn’t be where we are if it wasn’t for your tenacity.” He expressed his gratitude for my ongoing selflessness in working long hours and into the night so that even if he wasn’t working, we could still live comfortably.

As I was about to thank him for his kind comments, he spoke up once more. He smiled and said, “I have a surprise for you.” “I have a job interview tomorrow and it’s promising!”

I gave him a big hug and kiss to congratulate him. As we were clearing away our food, it occurred to me that sometimes a little petty retaliation is just what’s required to make things right! I was optimistic about the future because our relationship had turned the corner.

Dave took the lesson to heart, and I came to value who I was and what I was worth. Taken with a healthy dose of respect, revenge tastes sweeter. I appreciate you reading! I hope you found my amazing vengeance story entertaining and that you even learned a few useful things.

Though it has been fictionalised for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.

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