My Husband Left My Birthday Party for Work
My birthday had always been a simple affair: dinner with a few close friends, maybe a cake and some wine at home afterward. But this year felt different. It was my thirty-fifth, and I wanted it to be special. So, for the first time in years, I decided to throw a small party at our house. I spent the whole week planning, cooking my favorite dishes, hanging fairy lights in the backyard, and even splurging on a chocolate raspberry cake from the bakery I loved. My husband, David, had seemed supportive at first. He helped me order drinks and even offered to pick up some extra chairs from his office. But that morning, he’d been oddly distracted, checking his phone more than usual, stepping away for short calls, and mumbling something about “deadlines” and “client meetings.” I tried to brush it off, convincing myself he was just stressed about work. By seven in the evening, guests began to arrive. Laughter filled the house as old friends reunited, glasses clinked, and someone started playing...