I chose to exact retribution after my spouse smeared a large piece of cake on my face during the wedding and laughed aloud.
We have known each other since we were little. Like in the movies, they have been together since school, have shared friends, and had their first love. We knew it was time to create a family by the time we were twenty-five. Our story seemed to logically lead to the wedding.
I paid for pricey treatments, engaged a makeup artist, and picked the greatest dress in order to look flawless on this special day. Everything appeared to be going according to my dream until our friends and family got together.
Right up till the wedding cake.
It’s customary in our city for the bride and groom to share a piece of cake after cutting it. After assisting me with the knife, my husband leaned in close to say in my ear:
How would you feel if I dipped your face in the cake? It would be amusing.
– Don’t even consider it. Everything will be ruined.
I assumed the conversation was over when he grinned and said, “Okay,.”
However, a minute later, he smeared my face with a massive slice of cake. Then he burst out laughing. The guests also applauded, laughed, and took phone videos.
— Do you find the joke amusing? “I told you it was going to be funny!” he said to his friends.
For everyone but me, it’s funny. I sobbed as I stood there in my pricey dress, my hair and makeup in ruins. In a moment, everything I had worked so hard to achieve was ruined.
He kept having a good time until I did something that he obviously did not anticipate. After I tell you what I did, you can judge whether or not I behaved appropriately.
I ruined his suit, which cost about five thousand dollars, with a giant piece of cake. The groom stopped laughing right away, but his buddies’ laughter grew louder.
— Are you aware of the price? “Your life is worth less than this suit!” he exclaimed.
— I understand, — I said coolly. — It’s no longer funny, is it? I was kidding. Not nice, isn’t it?
With my head held high, I removed my ring, put it in his hand, and left the hall. I made the decision then and there that our marriage would not begin with a “joke.” We are divorcing each other. For a period.
