Off The Record
Entitled Husbands’ Outrageous Acts And The Profound Lessons Their Wives Taught Them
All I wanted was to see my husband Jake’s face at the airport after enduring a demanding week-long conference in Singapore, where I had to contend with jet lag, incessant PowerPoint presentations, and the spiciest street cuisine on the planet.
After six years of marriage, this was our longest period of time apart.
I contacted him as soon as my plane had landed in Chicago, and I had butterflies in my stomach. “Landed! Terminal 3. I am so excited to see you, honeybun! ❤️.”
I wish I had stayed in Singapore after hearing his response: “Baby! I apologize.” Accounting student Katie needed assistance moving her furniture. “Raincheck? 😅”
Katie. Naturally. The sweetheart of the office who, it seems, could not function without my husband’s biceps. The same Katie who seemed to be having a meltdown every time I left town.
Well, two people might play this game. 😈😈😈
I tried not to sound tired and hurt when I spoke to Jake’s best buddy, Chris, over the phone. “Hey, we need an airport rescue. Bringing supper as a token of gratitude!”
Chris, oh my dependable soul, made no hesitations. “I’m headed that way. Yes, Terminal 3?”
I complained to Chris on the way home about Jake’s habit of saving the day for women in need, especially those with the last name of Katie. My jet-lagged brain had started to create a strategy by the time we arrived at my house.
I took my fury out on the kitchen by making all of Jake’s favorite dishes, including my three-hour-long lasagna, homemade garlic bread, and tiramisu that would make an Italian grandmother cry.
The dining area, with its finest china, candles, and roses, is like a set from a romantic movie.
Jake arrived to find Chris seated at our table under the candlelight, receiving a glass of Jake’s special occasion wine.
“What’s… going on?” Jake stammered and regarded us as though he were watching a tennis match.
I smiled like a really brilliant flight attendant. “I just wanted to thank Chris for always being there. In contrast to some people’s furniture relocation service.”
I bragged about Chris’s dependability all during supper. “You know, when I called, Chris answered right away. Isn’t it amazing to have friends that are so trustworthy?” I refilled Chris’s wine glass with purpose. “Someone who prioritizes you over random couch emergencies?”
Jake squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, leaving his lasagna nearly untouched. “Look, Katie really needed—”
“And I truly needed my hubby,” I tucked in politely. “Good thing I had a backup!”
As the evening came to a conclusion, Chris was trying not to chuckle into his tiramisu while Jake appeared like he had swallowed a lemon. 😆
The next time Katie needed assistance, Jake inexplicably became afraid of furniture. It’s funny how that functions.
And me? “Thank You Dinners” are a new custom I began for friends who support me when my spouse can’t.
Suddenly, Jake became the most reliable man in Chicago. Sometimes the best marriage counseling comes with a side of pasta and petty. 😌
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