MY HUSBAND DIDN’T MEET ME AT THE AIRPORT BECAUSE HIS FRIEND’S WIFE ASKED HIM TO PICK HER UP FROM THE GYM – I TAUGHT HIM A PERFECT LESSON

So, after a grueling week-long business trip in Tokyo, I just wanted to get home and crash. I was exhausted from all the meetings and that long flight, carrying a super-heavy suitcase.

David promised he’d pick me up at the airport, and I missed him so much. I was counting down the minutes until I could fall into his arms.

I texted him, saying I’d landed, and asked if he was there. I was expecting a sweet reply, but he told me he couldn’t come because he had to pick up John’s wife from the gym. Are you kidding me? She’s more important than me?

I was FUMING. I texted back, asking if he was serious. His quick reply only made it worse. Imagine he goes, “I have to help my friend! NOT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS ABOUT YOU.”

I took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. This wasn’t the first time he dropped everything for his friend’s wife, but this was too much. It was time to show him he needed to respect me.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t send another text. Instead, I booked myself an Uber and made a little detour.

Instead of heading home, I asked the driver to take me to my mom’s place. I needed to cool off before I said something I might regret. I called her, and she, of course, was more than happy to welcome me with open arms.

When I walked in, suitcase in tow, she immediately saw my frustration. “What happened?” she asked, pouring me a cup of tea.

I explained everything, and she shook her head. “You teach people how to treat you,” she said simply.

That line stuck with me. She was right. David had been putting other people before me too often, and I had let it slide. But not this time.

I spent the evening at my mom’s, turned my phone on silent, and let David figure it out. No texts, no updates. If he was so busy picking up John’s wife, he could also figure out why his own wife was missing.

Around 10 PM, my phone started buzzing. I finally checked it.

David: “Where are you? I just got home, and you’re not here.”

Me: “Oh, I had to help someone else. NOT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS ABOUT YOU.”

It took him less than a minute to call me. I let it ring twice before picking up.

“Where are you?” he demanded, sounding worried now.

“At my mom’s,” I said, keeping my tone casual.

“What? Why?”

“I landed, and my husband wasn’t there because he was too busy picking up another woman from the gym. So, I found my own ride and spent time with someone who actually wanted to see me.”

There was silence. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head.

“I—I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he muttered.

“You didn’t think your wife, coming home after a week, needed you more than your friend’s wife?”

“She called me last minute! John couldn’t get her, and she was stranded.”

“She has two legs. She could’ve called an Uber, just like I did.”

Another pause. “I guess I didn’t think about it like that.”

“No, you didn’t. And that’s the problem.”

He sighed. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

“Yes, David. Big time.”

But something still felt off. Why did he always put her first? I decided to dig a little deeper.

The next morning, while he was at work, I checked our shared bank account. A few unfamiliar charges caught my eye—hotel stays, fancy dinners, and spa treatments. My stomach dropped. I checked his text messages on our shared laptop, and there it was:

David: “Can’t wait to see you tonight. She has no idea.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. John’s wife wasn’t just someone he was helping. She was his mistress.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I planned.

That evening, I packed my bags, took important documents, and made copies of his incriminating texts and transactions. Then, I left a simple note on the counter:

David,

I finally understand why you always put her first. Don’t bother calling—I’m done. You can have her. Hope she was worth losing everything.

I walked out, head held high, and went straight to my lawyer’s office.

Karma? Oh, it came for David real quick. John found out about the affair, divorced his wife, and left David to deal with the fallout. I moved on, started fresh, and never looked back.

Moral of the story: If something feels off, trust your instincts. People who prioritize others over their own spouse usually have a reason—and it’s not a good one. Stand up for yourself and never accept being second place in your own marriage.

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