They say revenge is best served cold, but the woman in today’s story couldn’t wait. When her husband ruined her special day, she quickly decided to ruin his. She went online to see if people thought she had gone too far.

She shared her story:

My husband and I have two kids, a 6-year-old boy and an 8-month-old girl. For two weeks before Mother’s Day, he kept telling me he had a whole weekend planned for me. This was unusual, but in the past, I felt hurt and unappreciated when he didn’t do much for me on Mother’s Day, even though I always made Father’s Day special for him.

I thought he finally understood and was going to make this year special. All I asked for was a massage, but he said that wasn’t enough. So, I started thinking he had something really great planned.

On Friday, a bunch of people started showing up at our place. My husband had invited around 10-15 people, but I only knew two of them. He called it the “Mother’s Day bonfire”. We had a fire, but I ended up chasing after the kids all evening, including our 6-year-old, while holding the baby, and also watching someone else’s kids because they weren’t paying attention to them. No one even talked to me. The only time I was noticed was when my husband’s friend said he was taking my husband to go four-wheeling.

I told my husband he wasn’t going anywhere. I was very upset because this was supposed to be my special weekend, yet I ended up babysitting other people’s kids and cleaning up the mess—no one even talked to me—and now he wanted to leave.

The next morning, I told him how hurt I felt. He apologized, admitting he hadn’t been thinking straight. Okay, fine. I understood. Saturday was mostly wasted because he spent half the day catching up on sleep.

Yesterday, his boss called at 6 am, asking him to come in because they were short-staffed. He agreed, and I couldn’t help but say, “But it’s Mother’s Day.” He replied, “I know, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t pass up the extra hours.” I understood, so I let it go.

He got home around 5 pm and started getting the kids dressed to go out. I thought, “Great, we’re finally doing something special.” We went for a walk (which I love), but after five minutes, he complained about the black flies and turned us back. I felt let down again.

When we got home, he sat on the couch and said, “Oh, your gift is in the truck.” I went to get it and found a $5 storage container for sugar or flour. I appreciate practical gifts, but by then, I was hurt. I asked him for a massage, and he said, “I’m sorry, babe, I’m just so tired,” and went to sleep at 8 pm. Normally, he stays up until midnight or 1 am. I sat there, crying.

I threw the three gifts I had bought for him for Father’s Day into the trash. They were personalized and had cost me a lot, but I didn’t care anymore. This morning, he found them in the garbage and asked why. I told him they were his Father’s Day gifts and left it at that. Now he’s upset, saying he “tried” to make my weekend special and hurt that I threw away his gifts because things didn’t go as he planned.