I put a laxative in my husband’s coffee before he went out to see his lover… but what happened next was worse than I imagined.

That did surprise me.

—Oh yeah?

-Yeah.

He ran his hand over his face.

—Because I understood something today.

I looked at him without saying anything.

—If I have to take a laxative to remember that I’m married… then I was already too far from home.

There was a long silence between us.

It was not a comfortable silence.

But he wasn’t the same as before either.

It was an honest silence.

Finally, I sighed.

—Next time —I said— I’m not going to use laxatives.

He raised an eyebrow.

—Oh no?

-No.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

—I’m going to put your suitcases at the door.

For the first time in a long time…

My husband didn’t have any witty replies.

She just looked down.

And at that moment I understood something very simple.

Sometimes revenge isn’t about shouting.
It’s not about destroying.

Sometimes…

It’s just reminding someone
that respect is also something you digest.

And if he doesn’t learn it the easy way…

The universe always finds a very… direct way to teach it.