Clark, my arrogant husband, purchased first class tickets for himself and his mother, leaving me and the children in economy.Despite my disbelief, I concluded that there would be repercussions.I’m Sophie, and this is the tale of how I disciplined my spouse.Being constantly at work and seemingly believing that his work is the most important thing in the world, Clark is a classic workaholic.I know it’s significant to him, but motherhood isn’t a vacation either.And now?He definitely went overboard this time.We took a plane to spend Christmas with his family.I hoped to get some sleep and spend some peaceful days with the kids.I didn’t think it would turn out this way when Clark recommended purchasing the tickets.Despite my disbelief, I remained silent and concurred.I asked Clark where our seats were as we made our way through the packed airport with two children and a diaper bag.He muttered something while not even looking up from his phone.I sensed that something wasn’t right.After putting the phone aside, he smiled shamefully and stated, “My mother and I were able to secure seats in first class.” She acts like this on lengthy flights, and I really need to unwind. I couldn’t speak.It was a serious blow.While he and his mother were in first class, I questioned him if I should really sit in economy with the kids.Calmly, he shrugged and remarked, “I’ll be fine; it’s just a few hours.”
His mother, Nadia, arrived with a luggage from a reputable company and a beaming, contented expression, as though she had won a contest.”Oh, Clark! She looked at him and asked triumphantly, “Are you ready for our opulent flight?”I was left with the two complaining kids and the urge to do something while they walked to the first class lounge.The distinction between first class and economy was clear to us while we were in the aircraft.As I tried to pack our belongings in the carry-on, Clark and Nadia were already sipping champagne.Our son, who is five years old, began to complain: “Mommy, I want to sit with Daddy!””Not this time, darling,” I said, trying to grin. Grandma and Daddy are occupying a separate seat. I muttered under my breath, “Because Daddy is an idiot,” in response to his question about why we couldn’t sit there. However, I refused to believe that.
During the security check, I surreptitiously removed his money from his pocket.He was unaware, and this was the time to exploit him.After several hours, Clark and Nadia continued to savor the opulent meals while I soothed the kids and observed the proceedings.I once saw Clark desperately searching for his wallet.He attempted to bargain with the stewardess after his face became white, but she awaited payment.I found the entire procedure to be more entertaining than anything else on board, so I observed him with interest.I feigned a thorough search of my suitcase when Clark returned to economy and requested for money.”Is the $200 I have enough?” I made a straight face as I spoke.His expression was so precious that I smiled and said, “Perhaps your mother would assist you? She must be carrying her credit card.There was stillness for the remainder of the flight.
Nadia and Clark sat in quiet, their “luxurious” excursion tarnished beyond recognition.And I felt like a winner, happy with my cheap seat.Clark searched for his wallet one again as we got ready to land.”Have you seen it?” he questioned irritably, on the edge of a nervous breakdown. “Are you sure you didn’t forget it at home?” I asked, acting naive. I gave him a shoulder pat and remarked, “Well, at least you enjoyed first grade, right?” as his expression grew even more dejected.Clark continued to gripe about the missing wallet when we landed, but I collected myself and replaced it in my bag.I was going to wait to deliver it to him.I couldn’t help but smile as we walked out of the airport. Perhaps Clark will reconsider leaving me in economy with the kids and sitting in first class himself the next time.
