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4 Outrageous Actions of Entitled Husbands and the Epic Lessons Their Wives Taught Them
By Rita Kumar
Oct 02, 2024
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When husbands act like they run the world, their wives are there to remind them who’s really in charge! From couch crises to lingerie smackdowns, these husbands learned the hard way that “happy wife, happy life” isn’t just a saying, it’s survival!
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Welcome to the Marriage Mishaps Hall of Fame, where entitled husbands’ egos deflate faster than dollar-store balloons! Our fearless wives serve justice with a side of sass, turning domestic dramas into comedy gold. These tales prove that behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes into last week. Grab your popcorn… it’s time to watch husbands learn that karma comes gift-wrapped in granny panties! 🤣🤣🤣
A gift box | Source: Midjourney
Tale 1: “Sorry Honey, Can’t Pick You Up… My Ego’s In The Way!”
After surviving a grueling week-long conference in Singapore, where I’d battled jet lag, endless PowerPoint presentations, and the world’s spiciest street food, all I wanted was to see my husband Jake’s face at the airport.
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We’d been married for six years, and this was the longest we’d been apart.
As my plane finally touched down in Chicago, I felt butterflies in my stomach as I texted him, “Landed! Terminal 3. Can’t wait to see you honeybun! ❤️“
A woman holding her phone in an airport | Source: Midjourney
His response made me wish I’d stayed in Singapore, “Babe! So sorry. Katie from accounting needed help moving her couch. Raincheck? 😅“
Katie. Of course. The office sweetheart who apparently couldn’t survive without my husband’s biceps. The same Katie who always seemed to have a crisis whenever I was out of town.
Well, two could play this game. 😈😈😈
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I called Jake’s best friend, Chris, trying to keep the exhaustion and hurt out of my voice. “Hey, airport rescue needed. Bringing dinner as thanks!”
Chris, bless his reliable soul, didn’t hesitate. “On my way. Terminal 3, right?”
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
During the ride home, I vented to Chris about Jake’s pattern of playing hero to damsels in distress, particularly ones named Katie. By the time we reached my house, a plan had formed in my jet-lagged brain.
I channeled my frustration into cooking all of Jake’s favorites — my famous lasagna that takes three hours to make, garlic bread from scratch, and tiramisu that would make an Italian grandmother weep.
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The dining room looked like a romance movie set, complete with candles, roses, and our best china.
A table set for a romantic dinner | Source: Midjourney
When Jake walked in, he found Chris already seated at our candlelit table, being served a glass of Jake’s special occasion wine.
“What’s… going on?” Jake stuttered, looking between us like he was watching a tennis match.
I beamed my brightest flight attendant smile. “Just thanking Chris for being so reliable. Unlike some people’s furniture-moving service.”
Throughout dinner, I gushed about Chris’s dependability. “You know, Chris didn’t even hesitate when I called. Isn’t it wonderful to have such reliable friends?” I pointedly refilled Chris’s wine glass. “Someone who prioritizes you over random couch emergencies?”
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A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney
Jake’s lasagna stayed mostly untouched as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Look, Katie really needed—”
“And I really needed my husband,” I interrupted sweetly. “Good thing I had a backup!”
The dinner ended with Jake looking like he’d swallowed a lemon and Chris trying not to laugh into his tiramisu. 😆
A woman at a dining table | Source: Midjourney
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The next time Katie needed help, Jake mysteriously developed a sudden fear of furniture. Funny how that works.
And me? I started a new tradition of “Thank You Dinners” for friends who come through when my husband doesn’t.
Suddenly, Jake became the most reliable man in Chicago. Sometimes the best marriage counseling comes with a side of pasta and petty. 😌
A dinner set-up | Source: Midjourney
Tale 2: 50 Shades of Granny: A Lingerie Lesson in Humility
For six months, my husband Rob had been saving every penny for his dream car — a vintage Mustang.
This meant I’d been wearing the same sensible cotton underwear from the three-pack sale at Target, while he scrolled through car listings with the devotion of a teenager on Instagram. Little did I know, he’d turned my practical panties into social media content.
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While innocently plugging in his phone to charge one evening, I discovered a group chat that made my blood boil faster than a kettle on high. 😡😡😡
A vintage Mustang | Source: Unsplash
There, in all its cotton glory, was a photo of my underwear with Rob’s caption, “Hey guyz!! Check out wifey’s granny panties! 🩲 Living that granny life. Send help! 😂” complete with close-ups of my sensible beige briefs and the elastic waistbands that, yes, reached my navel. But hey, comfort is queen, right?
His buddies had responded with an avalanche of laughing emojis and gems like “Did you marry your grandma? 🤣🤣” and “Get this man’s wife some Victoria’s Secret! 😆“
One helpful soul even suggested starting a GoFundMe for sexy lingerie. How thoughtful. 😒
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Instead of crying into my high-waisted underwear, I called in the cavalry — his mother, Patricia.
A woman reading texts on a phone | Source: Midjourney
Over coffee the next morning, I showed her the chat. I expected sympathy, maybe outrage. What I got was a gleam in her eye that would make a supervillain nervous.
“Oh honey,” she said, stirring her latte with precision, “let’s show him what grannies can do.”
The next day, Rob came home to find me in a designer dress that cost exactly one car down payment. His mother sat on our couch, grinning like a Cheshire cat who’d just won the lottery.
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“Honey!” I twirled in my new outfit. “Your mom took me shopping. How do I look?”
Rob’s eyes bugged out. “Wow! You… you look hot! Is that… Versace?”
“Don’t worry about the cost! I used your Mustang fund. I mean, if I’m living the granny life, I should at least be a rich granny, right?”
Before he could respond, I grabbed his phone, took a selfie in my new outfit, and sent it to his group chat: “This granny’s got style and her hubby’s credit card. 💅 PS: The retirement home says hi!”
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Rob’s face went through more colors than a sunset as the notifications started pouring in. His friends were suddenly very impressed with “Granny’s fashion sense.” One even asked if I had a single grandmother he could date.
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Patricia stood up, adjusting her designer handbag (also courtesy of the Mustang fund 😌). “Remember, dear, a woman is like a fine wine… she only gets better with age. And more expensive.” She winked at her shell-shocked son. “Now, who’s up for some lingerie shopping?”
Rob’s car fund has since been renamed the “Happy Wife Fund.” And those granny panties? I framed them. Sometimes the best revenge comes in cotton-blend packaging. 😗
A fund box on the table with a toy car nearby | Source: Midjourney
Tale 3: The Day My Man Flu Virus Became My Mother-in-Law’s Boot Camp Cadet
Picture this: I’m dying of actual flu, not the man-cold variety. We’re talking fever, chills, the whole nine yards. I’m buried under blankets, looking like something the cat dragged in, threw up, and dragged back in again.
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Meanwhile, my husband Pete is hosting a Super Bowl party in our bedroom. Because apparently, my illness was cramping his lifestyle, and our 55-inch TV was “essential for the full game experience” with his buddies.
Through my fever haze, I heard them laughing, shouting, and destroying our 1000-thread-count sheets with buffalo wing sauce and beer spills.
A man chilling | Source: Midjourney
When I stumbled in for more cold medicine, Pete had the audacity to ask, “Babe, could you grab us some more ice while you’re up? And maybe those jalapeno poppers from the freezer?”
I stared at him, tissue stuck to my face, wondering if this was fever-induced hallucination or if I’d actually married someone with the emotional intelligence of a potato.
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Time to bring out the big guns. I called Pete’s mom, Eleanor aka “The Sergeant.”
A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash
In our five years of marriage, I’d only played this card once before, when Pete tried to turn our garage into a makeshift brewery. The resulting explosion only took out one wall, but Eleanor’s reaction took out Pete’s dignity for a month.
One hour later, Eleanor burst in like a tornado in sensible shoes. “PETER SON OF WILSON!”
The guys froze mid-cheer. I swear I saw one try to hide behind a pizza box. Another attempted to blend into our curtains, despite being 6’2″ and wearing a neon jersey.
A senior woman yelling | Source: Midjourney
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For the next 48 hours, Eleanor ran our house like a military base. Pete and his friends deep-cleaned every surface, sanitized the bathroom, and learned more about proper care of Egyptian cotton than they ever wanted to know.
One guy got a 20-minute lecture on the correct way to fold fitted sheets. I think he cried.
Meanwhile, I recovered like a queen, with Eleanor bringing me homemade soup and regaling me with embarrassing stories from Pete’s childhood. Did you know he went through a phase of thinking he was a cat? The photos were chef’s kiss! 😘
A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney
By the time I felt better, our house sparkled, and Pete had developed an almost Pavlovian response to the sound of his mother’s ringtone. His friends now scatter like startled pigeons at the mere mention of visiting while I’m sick.
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The best part? Every time I sniffle now, Pete transforms into Florence Nightingale. Funny how the threat of your mother-in-law can cure selective caretaking syndrome. 😎
A man holding two plates of bread | Source: Midjourney
Tale 4: How I Became the Lead Singer of My Husband’s Worst Nightmare Band
My 30th birthday was coming up, and I’d dropped more hints than a skydiver without a parachute.
I’d casually mentioned it during breakfast (“Can’t believe I’m turning 30 next month!”), lunch (“You know, 30 is a big milestone…”), and dinner (“So, any special plans for, oh, I don’t know, May 15th?”).
My husband Mike had promised something special, his eyes twinkling with what I thought was excitement but turned out to be the glare of concert tickets in his browser history. 😤
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A woman seeing a laptop | Source: Midjourney
Spoiler alert: His idea of special was ditching me for a concert with his co-worker Emma, leaving behind a note: “Happy 30th! Seeing The Thunderbolts with Emma tonight. She had an extra ticket and knows I love them. We’ll celebrate tomorrow! 🎸“
The Thunderbolts — his favorite band, and suddenly Emma’s too. Funny coincidence, right? Almost as funny as how Emma, who last month thought Bon Jovi was a type of pasta, was now apparently a die-hard rock fan. 😏
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Instead of crying into my birthday cake (which, by the way, I had to order myself 🙄), I called my friend Zoe, who happened to know the venue’s manager. One sob story and two backstage passes later, we were in.
I approached the lead singer, Ryan, with my best damsel-in-birthday-distress act. “It’s my 30th, and my husband’s here… with another woman. Help a girl out?”
Ryan, bless his rock star heart, didn’t just invite me onstage… he dedicated their biggest hit to me and announced to the crowd that it was my birthday.
A performer at a rock concert | Source: Unsplash
I grabbed the microphone and, channeling my inner tone-deaf rockstar, belted out: “This one’s for my husband Mike and his ‘friend’ Emma. Thanks for the birthday memories!”
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The crowd went wild. Mike looked like he wanted to be swallowed by his overpriced band tee. Emma suddenly found her shoes fascinating.
During the guitar solo, I made sure to mention that Mike had promised me a special birthday celebration, but apparently, his definition of special involved third-wheeling at his own wife’s birthday. The audience booed. Someone shouted, “Dump him, queen!”
A woman holding a mic | Source: Midjourney
Later, Mike stammered, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea…”
I cut him off. “Oh, but I made it memorable, didn’t I? Happy birthday to me.”
Now Mike celebrates my birthday like it’s a national holiday. He starts planning months in advance and treats the date with the reverence usually reserved for disarming bombs.
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And Emma? She mysteriously developed an allergy to concert venues and now claims to only listen to classical music.
The best revenge? The Thunderbolts now send me birthday cards every year. Signed by Ryan, who writes, “To our favorite guest singer. Keep rocking the boat! 🎸“
A birthday party set-up | Source: Midjourney
The Last Laugh! 🤣🤣🤣
Let’s be honest… marriage is just an elaborate game of “Who Can Be The Most Petty?” And ladies, we’re winning! Whether we’re turning airport snubs into dinner theater or granny panties into victory flags, we’ve proven that revenge is a dish best served with a side of sassy and a generous helping of “I told you so.”
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To all the husbands out there: the next time you think about prioritizing your buddies over your better half, remember — your wife can turn your ‘guys night’ into a TED Talk about your most embarrassing moments faster than you can say ‘but the game is on!’ 😈
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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