{"id":96800,"date":"2024-07-19T02:58:32","date_gmt":"2024-07-19T02:58:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/levanews.com\/?p=20188"},"modified":"2025-01-22T17:02:52","modified_gmt":"2025-01-22T10:02:52","slug":"my-husband-didnt-meet-me-at-the-airport-because-his-friends-wife-asked-him-to-pick-her-up-after-gym-i-taught-him-a-perfect-lesson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/my-husband-didnt-meet-me-at-the-airport-because-his-friends-wife-asked-him-to-pick-her-up-after-gym-i-taught-him-a-perfect-lesson\/","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Didn\u2019t Meet Me at the Airport Because His Friend\u2019s Wife Asked Him to Pick Her up after Gym \u2013 I Taught Him a Perfect Lesson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>When I returned from a grueling business trip, I expected my husband, David, to meet me at the airport. Instead, he chose to help a friend\u2019s wife. \n<p>Furious and hurt, I hatched a plan to teach him a lesson about priorities, not knowing it would transform our relationship forever.I had just landed after a business trip to Tokyo. My body ached from the long flight, but my mind was sharp and I was eagerly waiting to see David.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' wp-image-20194 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/451437773_356667790811264_6093583369327415179_n.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"803\"' height='\"1004\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>We had been married for five years, and this had been the longest we\u2019d been apart.As soon as the plane touched down, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text, \u201cLanded! Can\u2019t wait to see you.\u201d The response was almost immediate, but it wasn\u2019t what I expected: \u201cHey, babe. Can\u2019t make it. Jenny needed a ride after her gym session. Sorry. Will make it up to you.\u201dMy heart sank. I stared at the message, feeling a rush of anger and disbelief. Jenny.\n</p><p>Again. This wasn\u2019t the first time David had prioritized her over me, but this was the last straw. I wasn\u2019t about to drag my tired self home via Uber just because David couldn\u2019t say no to a favor. I quickly dialed Mark\u2019s number. He picked up on the second ring.\n</p><p>\u201cMark, it\u2019s Sarah. I just landed. Can you come get me?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cOf course, Sarah. I\u2019m on my way,\u201d he replied without hesitation. Mark was always reliable.\n</p><p>While I waited, I fumed. I couldn\u2019t believe David had done this to me. As the minutes ticked by, my frustration only grew. By the time Mark pulled up to the curb, I was ready to explode.\n</p><p style='\"text-align:' center><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' wp-image-20193 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/2734-2733.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"706\"' height='\"470\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>Mark helped me with my bags and we climbed into his car. \u201cEverything okay?\u201d he asked, noticing my clenched fists. \u201cNo, Mark. It\u2019s not,\u201d I said, my voice trembling with anger. \u201cDavid ditched me for Jenny. Again. This has to stop.\u201d\n</p><p>Mark nodded sympathetically. \u201cHe needs to understand how that feels, Sarah. Want to talk about it?\u201d I let out a deep breath, my anger simmering down to a focused determination. \u201cYes. But let\u2019s also teach him a lesson.\u201d\n</p><p>On the way home, I vented to Mark about all the times David had let me down for the sake of others, especially Jenny. Mark listened, his occasional nods and hums encouraging me to continue. By the time we reached my house, I had a plan.\n</p><p>\u201cMark, come over for dinner tonight. I want to thank you properly,\u201d I said as he carried my bags inside. \u201cSure thing,\u201d he replied, a knowing smile on his face. I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing an elaborate meal. I cooked all of David\u2019s favorite dishes, making sure everything was perfect.\n</p><p>I set the table beautifully, with candles and our best china. It was going to be a night David wouldn\u2019t forget. Mark arrived just as David walked through the door. David\u2019s face lit up when he saw the dinner spread, but his smile faded when he saw Mark.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-20192 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/shutterstock_666792796-768x512-1.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"512\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cWhat\u2019s all this?\u201d David asked, confusion etched on his face. \u201cDinner, to thank Mark for being there when I needed him,\u201d I replied, forcing a smile. \u201cUnlike some people I know.\u201d David\u2019s cheeks flushed as he realized what I was doing. He glanced at Mark, who was already seated at the table, looking amused.\n</p><p>Throughout dinner, I made sure to praise Mark\u2019s reliability and support. \u201cMark, you really came through for me today. I don\u2019t know what I would have done without you,\u201d I said, my eyes fixed on David. Mark played along perfectly. \u201cIt\u2019s no trouble at all, Sarah. I\u2019m always happy to help!\u201d\n</p><p>David squirmed in his seat, his discomfort growing with each passing minute. \u201cI, uh, I would\u2019ve come, but Jenny really needed a ride,\u201d he muttered, avoiding my gaze. \u201cAnd I needed my husband,\u201d I shot back. \u201cBut you weren\u2019t there.\u201d The rest of the meal passed in awkward silence.\n</p><p>David barely touched his food, and I knew my message was sinking in. After dinner, Mark left, and I finally confronted David. \u201cDo you see how it feels? To be let down by someone you rely on?\u201d I asked, my voice softening. David looked at me, guilt written all over his face.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-20191 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/8623C5FE9594446BBEE8AFEEEF0E70BC.jpeg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1063\"' height='\"597\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Sarah. I didn\u2019t realize how much it hurt you.\u201d \u201cWell, now you do,\u201d I replied, turning away. \u201cI hope you remember this next time Jenny calls.\u201d After the dinner, I walked upstairs, my mind still buzzing with everything that had happened. David followed me into our bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.\n</p><p>\u201cSarah, we need to talk,\u201d he said, his voice serious. I turned to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. \u201cYes, we do.\u201d He sighed, running a hand through his hair. \u201cI get it. You\u2019re making a point about my priorities. But you have to understand, Jenny was in a tight spot.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cAnd so was I,\u201d I replied, my voice steady. \u201cDavid, it\u2019s not about Jenny. It\u2019s about us. I need to know that I come first sometimes. That our relationship matters to you.\u201d David looked down, his shoulders slumping. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t realize how much I was hurting you.\u201d\n</p><p>I softened a bit, stepping closer. \u201cDavid, it\u2019s not just about the airport. It\u2019s about being there for each other. We need to put our relationship first. If we don\u2019t, we\u2019ll lose what we have.\u201d He nodded slowly, taking my hands in his. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019ll do better, I promise.\u201d\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-20190 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/450921337_1535915440640971_5756355615635992229_n.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1200\"' height='\"900\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>The days that followed were different. David made a conscious effort to show that he was prioritizing our relationship. He started leaving work earlier to spend more time with me, and he checked in more often. I could see the guilt in his eyes, but also the determination to change.\n</p><p>One evening, a few months later, we were curled up on the couch watching a movie when David\u2019s phone rang. It was Jenny\u2019s husband, John. David answered, his face immediately tightening with concern. \u201cWhat? Jenny\u2019s in labor? But it\u2019s too early! Okay, okay, calm down. I\u2019ll help. Just give me a second.\u201d\n</p><p>He hung up and looked at me. \u201cJenny\u2019s gone into labor unexpectedly. John\u2019s freaking out.\u201d I felt a pang of anxiety but quickly pushed it aside. \u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d David took a deep breath. \u201cI\u2019m going to call Mark. He can help John get Jenny to the hospital. I promised you I\u2019d be here for you, and I intend to keep that promise.\u201d\n</p><p>I watched him dial Mark\u2019s number, explaining the situation quickly. Mark agreed to help without hesitation, and I felt a wave of relief. David turned to me, his eyes soft. \u201cI\u2019ll stay with you, Sarah. We\u2019ll wait for updates together.\u201d As the hours passed, we sat together, holding hands and talking about everything but the impending birth.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"alignnone' size-full wp-image-20189 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/angry-wife-photos-3-scaled-1.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"2048\"' height='\"1366\"' title='\"\"'>\n</p><p>It felt good, being connected, being together. When the news finally came that Jenny had delivered a healthy baby, David and I both let out a collective sigh of relief. Later that night, as we lay in bed, I turned to David. \u201cYou really kept your promise,\u201d I said, feeling a swell of love for him.\n</p><p>David smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. \u201cI meant it, Sarah. You\u2019re my priority.\u201d In the months that followed, our relationship only grew stronger. David continued to balance helping others with being present for me. I saw a change in him, a newfound awareness of what it meant to be a partner, to be there when it mattered.\n</p><p>What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here\u2019s another one for you about a husband who abandoned his wife and toddler in economy class went over to business class, and went on to deeply regret the move. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes.\n</p><p>Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. 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