My husband thought he could book first class for himself and his mom, leaving me stuck in economy with the kids. But I wasn’t about to let him get away with that.
Let’s just say his “luxury” flight got a little bumpy, and it turned into a lesson he’ll never forget.
I’m Sophie, and let me introduce you to my husband, Clark. You know the type—workaholic, always stressed, and convinced his job is the most important thing on earth?
Sure, I get that his work is demanding, but it’s not like raising kids is a walk in the park. Anyway, what he pulled recently was next-level selfish.