That was the exact moment I made a decision. I told myself I wouldn’t cry over his behavior anymore. Instead, I was going to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
I didn’t rush to file for divorce right away. No, I wanted him to feel the same way I had been feeling for months—small, invisible, and completely unimportant.
So I waited patiently for a few weeks. During that time, I played the role of the “cool wife.” I laughed at his jokes, didn’t argue, and acted as if everything was perfectly fine between us. And then our anniversary started approaching.