I Cooked a Festive Dinner for 20 People for My Husband’s Birthday —

For Todd’s 35th birthday, I planned a lavish dinner with spinach-stuffed chicken, rosemary potatoes, and a three-layer chocolate cake, despite his history of taking my efforts for granted. After weeks of preparation, Todd casually announced he was ditching the party to watch a game at a bar, telling me to cancel. Furious, I refused. Instead, I texted guests to meet at the bar, packed the food, and set up a feast there. As patrons enjoyed the meal, I explained Todd’s absence, earning laughter and applause. His family arrived, shocked, and his mom called

him out. I served the cake, frosted with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SELFISH HUSBAND,” sparking more laughter. Todd was humiliated, but I stood firm. His dad called him disrespectful; my mom praised the food. Two weeks later, Todd’s entitlement has waned, his demeanor more polite. I’ve made it clear I won’t tolerate his nonsense anymore. If you were me, what would you have done?