I COOKED A FESTIVE DINNER FOR 20 PEOPLE FOR MY HUSBAND’S BIRTHDAY — THEN HE DITCHED ME TO CELEBRATE AT A BAR WITH FRIENDS.
Two weeks before his 35th, Todd asked me to throw a big dinner—family, buddies, the works—then did nothing to help. On the night, with the food hot and the house spotless, he breezed in, said he was heading to the bar, and told me to cancel everything. I refused. I texted everyone: “Change of plans—Todd…
