The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
Miranda Lambert Stops Another Concert and Finally Responds to the ‘Selfie Backlash’
Miranda Lambert seemed to have no regrets about embarrassing one of her fans, even in the face of the criticism.
The country music star is currently the main attraction at a Vegas residency slot, as Mamas Uncut previously revealed. Additionally, she abruptly ended her performance last week to yell at a fan at one of her shows.
Lambert reportedly noticed a fan who had paid to attend her event snapping a “selfie” as she was singing her song “Tin Man.” In front of the whole audience, Lambert used the occasion to call out the paying fan.
“I’m going to stop for a minute,” she declared. The woman she was gesturing to was then told by Lambert to stop taking selfies rather than enjoying the music.
I’m a little annoyed that these females are preoccupied with their selfie and aren’t listening to the song. I’m sorry, but I really dislike it. Tonight, we’re here to listen to some country music. I’m performing some damn country music.
Lambert resumed his performance as the woman put her phone aside. Fans of Lambert were eager to applaud her when she called out the “selfie-takers” during the performance.
After her most recent performance, Lambert halted her show once more when she noticed a fan sporting a t-shirt that said, “Shoot tequila, not selfies.” Lambert apparently liked the shirt.
The crowd was informed by Lambert that her blouse read, “Shoot tequila, not selfies.” “I didn’t do it; she did!”
Lambert’s decision to add salt to the wound has now angered people even more. “Whoa! One commenter commented, “It’s unbelievable that this is how she’s responding to her rudeness.”
Some social media users were equally supportive of Lambert’s behavior as the other concertgoers appeared to be. One Twitter user remarked, “How to humiliate and shame your devoted fans who love you.” She could have made fun of them, posed for the selfie, and then urged them to live in the present. Not cool.
“The goal of attending a concert is to make memories and have an experience. Another Twitter user commented, “Anyone should be able to take a picture to record that memory.”
Since then, the alleged “self-taker” has released the pictures she shot and offered a response to Lambert’s behavior. When asked how long it took to take the photo before they went back to their seats, Adela Calin responded, “It was 30 seconds at most.” She also added that they “took the picture quickly and were going to sit back down.”
But Miranda Lambert has already called them out before they can reach that stage. Calin acknowledged that she was “appalled” by Lambert’s denigration of them in front of thousands of people.
She remarked, “It felt like I was back at school, with the teacher telling me to sit down again in my place and reprimanding me for doing something wrong.” “… She seemed intent on making us appear youthful, conceited, and immature. However, we were merely mature women in our 30s to 60s attempting to capture a photo.
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