A Stranger Sent Me a Turkey Before Thanksgiving with a Note That Left Me Shocked

Before a Family Thanksgiving Dinner, a Stranger Sent Me Roasted Turkey with a Note: ‘Thank You for Sharing Your Husband with Me’

I was in the kitchen when the morning of Thanksgiving began, and my husband was enthralled to the television. It was just like any other morning. As a result of the unexpected delivery of a turkey along with a note expressing gratitude for “sharing” my spouse, I made the decision to serve a meal of my own, which I called retribution, right at the dinner table.

During the ten years that I was married to Ryan, it was my obligation to host Thanksgiving. This is Amelia. My age at the time of this story was 35 years old. Aside from being a wife and a mother of two, I was also a combination of a chef and a maid.

In preparation for a house full of guests, I started getting ready for this specific holiday at six in the morning. In the meantime, Ryan awoke at approximately eleven o’clock in the morning and sat down on the couch in order to yell at a football game.

My girls were busy sketching hand turkeys at the kitchen table by the time midday rolled around. The turkey was already in the oven, the green bean casserole was ready to go, and the turkey was roasting. At that moment, the doorbell began to ring. With a grimace on my face, I wiped my hands on my apron and muttered, “Who even delivers on Thanksgiving?”

Outside, there was a delivery man who was smiling and holding a box that smelt very delicious. An announcement was made by him, “Special delivery,” as he put it into my hands.

“I am very sorry. Confused, I said, “We did not place an order for this.”

“Lady, I don’t need to know. I simply want to hurry up and get this day over with. Have fun!” Before leaving, he made a chirping sound.

All right. While I was carrying the box to the counter, I couldn’t help but wonder if Ryan had decided to do something nice for once in his life.

Inside was a turkey that had been roasted to perfection, a golden brown colour, and was presented in such a way that it might have been featured on the front of a magazine. I felt a little instant of change in my heart. Would it have been possible for him to do this for me? However, I was hoping that he would have informed me before I started cooking a turkey in the oven.

However, I then noticed the note.

“Thank you for sharing your husband with me!” said the handwritten note, which was stashed away next to the turkey and written in a cursive handwriting style. Happy Thanksgiving to you! “My love, Kelsey”

The words were difficult for my brain to process, so I had to read it twice. Do you want to share my husband? Is this some kind of sad joke? Taking a quick glance, I noticed that Ryan was still transfixed to the television, yelling out at some touchdown.

I grabbed up his phone from the counter, taking advantage of the fact that he was unaware of the situation. At that very moment, the lock screen illuminated with a notification from an individual whose name was “Kelsey ❤️.”

I didn’t want to pry, but I wanted to find out what was going on. Even though he had never disclosed his passcode to me, I was aware of what it was: the numeric representation of Peyton Manning’s birthday. The importance of football cannot be compared to that of our females.

When I clicked on the message that Kelsey had sent, my hands began to shake. Up until the very last second, I was holding out hope that this was just a major misunderstanding. I had my concerns verified by the texts, however.

The first message she sent to her friend said, “Can’t wait to see you later.” “Has she already obtained the turkey?” Hahahaha. Can’t wait to view her face in person. In the second, it was written, “Happy Thanksgiving, babe.”

In such case, sure. My husband was having an affair, and Kelsey was laughing at me when I found out about it. That was how I gained the knowledge. From what I could tell, both of them had been playing me like a fool. Well, not for very long.

After taking a few big breaths to calm down, I proceeded to think about what I should do next. After I had devised a strategy, I had to move quickly in order to make it through Thanksgiving and… achieve my retribution.

As was customary during the course of the previous ten years, Thanksgiving dinner was at all times a significant event. Everyone gathered around the table, including Ryan’s parents, his sister, and a few of my relatives. During this time, my daughters were frantically displaying their artwork.

In the meantime, I made sure to keep my hostess mask in place and presented a friendly grin to each and every one of them as Ryan was discussing the football game.

While we were sitting down to eat, Ryan reclined back in his chair and smiled as if he were the king of the castle. To tell you the truth, Thanksgiving would not be the same if Amelia weren’t there. Every year, she puts forth a lot of effort. “I really do have the best taste in women,” he stated with a hilarious chuckle.

Something about the way the phrase was written made my blood boil.

With a nod of approval, his mother nodded. “You’re so lucky to have her.”

With a charming smile, I continued to eat in complete silence. After the main course had been finished by everyone, I got up and escorted the girls out of their seats. Whatever was going to happen, I did not want them to see or hear it.

Please allow me to take a moment. When I get to the girls’ room, I have a small surprise in store for them. I will return with our dessert in a moment.

After I had finished putting the girls to bed in their respective rooms, I made my way to the kitchen and then came back to the dining room with the mystery turkey still within its elegant box. As I positioned it in the middle of the table, the entire room fell into complete silence.

We have just finished eating a full turkey, Amelia. How come you decided to produce a second one? The question was posed by Ryan’s mother, who furrowed her brow.

“This arrived earlier today,” I stated to everyone who was seated at the table. “A special delivery for me from Ryan’s mistress.”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise as the other people at the table turned their heads to look at him. With an expression of indignation on his face, he shouted, “What are you talking about?”

The note was held up by me. “It’s all here.”

He became as pale as the mashed potatoes, and his face grew white. “No, this simply isn’t true. Amelia, this is nothing more than a joke!

“Oh, really?” In response, I took his phone out of my pocket and stated. I handed the phone to Kelsey’s mother after scrolling through the messages that he had sent. “Care to explain these texts, which seem to be from the same woman who signed the note?”

The look on his mother’s face shifted as she read the excerpt from their chat. Her face contorted into a distressed expression as she leaned over the table and questioned, “Ryan, what is this?”
When Ryan’s father slammed his hand on the table, Ryan remained silent but leaped in response instantly. Respond to your mother as soon as possible! Is this going to happen? Is your wife the object of your affections? This is the mother of your children!

When my husband looked down, he immediately began crying.

“YOU PATHETIC LITTLE—” his father started to say, but he refrained from continuing. “How could you do this to your family?”

Standing up from the table, Ryan’s sister addressed her brother with a pointed finger. “I find you repulsive. Amelia deserves a great deal more than this.”
I had always had a liking for her.

Ryan made a sniffling sound. “Amelia, we-we ne-need to talk about thi-this in private—”

“Oh, we’ll talk,” I answered, interrupting him in the middle of our conversation. “But first, I have one more surprise.”

I reached beneath the table and pulled out the last piece of my plan, which was a tiny bag that contained a brand new set of locks and a piece of paper with a phone number scratched on it. The atmosphere in the room was strained as I did this.

“This,” I said as I positioned them in front of Ryan, “is to demonstrate to you what is going to take place beyond this.” There is a phone number on the card that belongs to my divorce attorney, and I will be phoning him as soon as this holiday is over. The locks are for the house, which I will be having replaced the following day. I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to provide you with any new keys. It is up to you to pack your belongings until then.

Suddenly, he began to sputter. When he finally spoke, he wiped the snot from his face and exclaimed, “Yo, you can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes, I am able to. It is now time to make the decision. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Ryan! It is also acceptable for you to return this soiled turkey to Kelsey. She has the ability to keep it all to herself. What’s up with sharing? I tacked on.

During the time that Ryan’s father was shaking his head in disdain, Ryan’s mother burst into tears. His sister gave him a stern look while murmuring, “You seriously need to leave.”

Ryan stood up and walked out of the room with his tail tucked between his knees.

Over the course of the subsequent several days, he pleaded with me to forgive him by calling and texting me nonstop. On the other hand, I disregarded each and every message. I was filled with a tremendous sense of relief when his family took my side entirely.

The information that I obtained from his sister was that when he realised that he had no other choices, he went to Kelsey’s residence. The door was shut in his face because it turned out that she was not interested in living with him.

The only thing she wanted was to make the affair public once and for all. Despite the fact that I continued to dislike her, she was the one who prevented me from remaining married to Ryan.

After I had filed for divorce by the time Christmas rolled around, my girls and I went to my mother’s house to celebrate the holidays. That my in-laws would no longer be a part of my family was a source of sadness for me, but I knew that we would remain linked through my girls.

In the year that followed, we went through the legal process related to the divorce, and I was able to obtain everything that I desired. Over the course of a month, Ryan only had the girls for two weekends. However, following that, he disappeared and wasn’t seen in their life for a very long time.

On the other hand, he would occasionally send me texts asking me to bring him back to what he had been.

I was with a great new man by the time the next Thanksgiving rolled around, and he had gotten up earlier than I did in order to prepare the feast. For the first time in years, I was able to take a break from my responsibilities in the kitchen, and he was even more skilled than I was in the kitchen.

A few months later, we announced our engagement, and let’s just say that Ryan did not welcome the news with open arms. However, there is a tale that won’t be told here. I have high hopes that anyone who reads this will come to the realisation that feeling betrayed will initially be a terrible experience, but that it can also be the key to your liberation.

My holidays have only gotten better ever since I parted ways with Ryan, and it is exactly what I desire for anyone who is in my position.