My husband bought business class tickets only for himself and his mother, and I flew alone: I came up with a plan to get revenge on them 😲🤔
My husband said that he took care of everything. I didn’t bother to clarify the details, I was just happy that we would finally go on a long-awaited trip — the three of us: me, my husband, and his mother. I didn’t want his mother to fly with us, but my husband persuaded her, saying that she had never been to the sea. I had to agree.
My husband booked the tickets himself, paid for the hotel, and organized the route. Everything looked perfect. Until we got on the plane.
My husband bought business class tickets only for himself and his mother, and I flew alone: I came up with a plan to get revenge on them
I was sent to economy class, and he and his mother went on. At first, I thought it was some kind of mistake. But when I got to my seat and saw that the ticket was really only for me — economy, no options and minimal comfort — I understood everything. My husband didn’t even apologize. He just said, “It’s hard for Mom to fly, she needs comfort. I couldn’t leave her alone, and we don’t have money for your ticket.” I sat in a cramped seat next to a snoring passenger, drank tomato juice from plastic and imagined how the two of them would laugh at something, sipping champagne in soft chairs. No, I wasn’t jealous of his mother. I was jealous of the role he gave her: the main woman in his life. Isn’t his wife worthy of respect? So I decided to take revenge on these two and did something I don’t regret at all 😲🤔 Continued 👇👇
My husband bought business class tickets only for himself and his mother, and I flew alone: I came up with a plan to take revenge on them
I knew that my husband was saving every cent, especially on this vacation. So I started spending. Quietly, methodically and without scandals. I ordered hotel services at my own expense – massages, food delivery, renting a beach tent.
The most expensive items are in restaurants. I connected international calls, exceeded the card limits, paid for excursions that I didn’t even participate in.
On the third day, he started getting nervous: “Have you seen the bill for dinner?”, “Why do you need these spa treatments every day?”, “But you promised – economically!”. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Well, you spent money on business class, so you have money?”
And then, at the airport on the way back, he realized something else. I changed the date of my return flight. I flew out early, business class. Alone. And I left him a note at the reception:
My husband bought business class tickets only for himself and his mother, and I flew alone: I came up with a plan to get revenge on them
“Now you, too, will feel what it’s like to fly alone. Enjoy the flight.”
He called later. Several times. But I didn’t pick up. It wasn’t about revenge. It was about balance.
