My husband has been rude to me all the time for the past 2 years. He thought everything I did was wrong. He was saying that I am not keeping house right, that I have become overweight and ugly, and that my food is garbage! The last time he crossed all the lines, I spent hours crying. Then, I came up with my perfect revenge plan.
The next morning, I woke him up with kisses and apologies. He just sarcastically said, “Oh, now you’re such a good wife.” I made him a sandwich to go and he left for work. Soon my phone started blowing up with his calls and messages saying “Jen, I found your note, please, don’t do that to me! I AM SORRY”
Inside the sandwich bag, I had slipped a little handwritten note that read:
“Since my cooking is ‘garbage,’ I packed your lunch from the actual garbage. Enjoy!”
Of course, I hadn’t actually given him food from the trash — I’d made him his favorite sandwich — but I’d also left an empty takeout box from the trash next to his lunch in the fridge so it looked suspicious.
Apparently, he saw the box, read the note, and panicked. He called me from work, nearly in tears, saying he’d thrown the sandwich away because he couldn’t tell if I was serious.
When he came home that night, humbled and hungry, I served him dinner without a word. He ate every bite, complimented the food, and hasn’t called my cooking “garbage” since.
Turns out, the quickest way to a man’s respect might just be through his stomach… with a side of psychological warfare.
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