My husband (38M) and I (33F) met at work 10 years ago. I worked in a company, he was a customer, but after a couple of months, we started dating. I really love my husband, and every single day spent with him feels like another honeymoon for me.”
“We’ve always been respective towards each other. And everything went fine between us, up until recently, when he literally humiliated me in front of many people and made me feel inferior in the presence of his best female friend.”
Audrey wrote, “Both my husband and I have best friends of opposite gender. Our friendships, as well as other social connections, weren’t a problem at all. My best friend, Dean, 33, has been my kindred spirit and my soulmate for over 20 years now. He’s married and has kids, I know his wife, and I’m in excellent terms with her.”
“Whenever I invite Dean to come to our family celebrations, I always invite his wife, too, and our relationships with both Dean and his wife have always been more than cordial. My husband has never been against my friendship, he respects Dean and our warm relationship, so no real problems here. However, there’s a huge issue with my husband and his bestie, and up until recently I was very comfortable with their friendship. But I’m not okay with it anymore.”
“My husband’s best friend, Ellie, is an excellent cook. She often hosts dinners and everyone brings desserts to those dinners. I cooked a special sweet which my spouse adores and brought it
to Ellie’s dinner. I spent 2 days cooking it flawlessly, but when it was brought to the table, I noticed with utter disgust that Ellie spoiled my dish, and she did it with the help of my beloved spouse.”
Audrey wrote, “I must mention that, unlike Ellie, I’m not a very good cook. In fact, I hate cooking, but I’m definitely talented in many other things. My mom cooks very well, so I called her up and had her teach me properly how to make a specific national sweet, which is my favorite. I asked my friends to taste it, and they said it was great.
My husband ate some and said it was excellent. He mentioned that it was going to become his favorite dessert now, and that he had never known before that I was such a splendid cook. My husband even said that Ellie would die of envy when she tastes my dessert, and this encouraged me even more.”
“We came to Ellie’s dinner, I greeted her and brought the dish into the kitchen. When it was time to serve dessert, my husband proudly told everyone that I had made it. But when the dish was brought out, I noticed something was off—someone had sprinkled cinnamon powder on top of my dessert. In this recipe, you never add cinnamon. It completely changed the taste, and I felt terrible.”
“Even though everyone politely thanked me and said it was delicious, I could tell my disappointment showed on my face. Sensing that something was wrong, my spouse pulled me aside and explained that Ellie had thought the dessert looked ‘too white’ and added the cinnamon to give it more color.
I was crushed. It felt like all my effort and the joy I had in making the dish had been spoiled. Tears started welling up in my eyes. And I couldn’t help but feel hurt and embarrassed, even if nobody else seemed to mind.”