When my husband, Clark, booked first-class tickets for himself and his mom, leaving me in economy with our kids, I was furious. I confronted him at the airport, and he shrugged it off, saying, “It’s just a few hours, Soph. You’ll be fine.” I wasn’t about to let that slide.
As the flight began, I noticed Clark and his mom enjoying champagne while I wrestled with our kids in economy. But I had Clark’s wallet. When he started ordering expensive food and drinks, I knew his first-class experience was about to go downhill.
Halfway through the flight, Clark realized his wallet was missing. Frantically, he came to me for help. “I can’t find my wallet. Do you have $1500?” he asked. I pretended to search, offering him $200 and a suggestion to ask his mom.
The flight ended with Clark sulking, and I quietly enjoyed my little victory. Sometimes, a creative lesson is the best way to restore balance.
