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

“Oh my God,” she gasped, kneeling by me.

“Don’t move. Can you feel your fingers?”

I was sobbing. “Yeah.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

She tried calling Jason. No answer.

We were 10 feet from our front door and my husband didn’t pick up.

So she called 911.

The paramedics splinted my arm and loaded me into the ambulance.

I was shaking from pain and anger and humiliation.

We passed the front window.

I saw Jason’s shape on the couch.

At the ER, they took x-rays. The doctor came back with a serious-but-calm face.

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