My Husband Made Me Host His Birthday Party with My Arm Broken – So I Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget

The next morning, running late, coffee in one hand, bag in the other, I opened the door—and my foot hit ice.

There was no time to grab the railing. My feet flew out from under me. I landed hard, my elbow slamming into the step, my whole weight crashing onto my right arm.

I heard the crack before I felt the pain.

I screamed.

Our neighbor ran out, wrapped in a robe, knelt beside me, and called 911—because Jason didn’t answer his phone. We were ten feet from the house. He never came out.

At the ER, they confirmed the fracture and wrapped my arm from hand to shoulder. The doctor was firm.

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