My husband begged me to throw him a huge 40th birthday party, so I spent weeks planning the perfect night for him. When he finally walked in, he wasn’t alone—and by the end of the evening, the gift I gave him was nothing like what he expected.
I’m 38F, my name is Claire, and until a few months ago, I thought I was a normal suburban wife with a normal suburban marriage.
My husband is Ryan, 40M. Two kids.
Mortgage. PTA nonsense. Costco runs.
The usual.
We’d been married 12 years. I’m not going to lie and say everything was perfect, but I really did think we were solid.
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