My Husband Hasn’t Given Me a Single Gift (Not Even Flowers) in the Last 3 Years — I Taught Him a Brilliant Lesson

For three years, my husband Garrett had forgotten to give me a single gift, not even on my birthday. Feeling neglected and frustrated, I decided to teach him a lesson, but my plan quickly spiraled out of control, threatening our marriage.

Each birthday passed with Garrett either forgetting or dismissing it. The affection he once showed had vanished, replaced by indifference. My attempts to revive our old traditions, like dining out, were met with excuses.

On my last birthday, when Garrett again failed to acknowledge it, I was heartbroken. I devised a plan to make him see what he was missing. I arranged for flowers and jewelry to be delivered to my office, hoping to make him jealous. I asked my boss for a ride home to heighten the effect.

When Garrett saw me with my boss, he reacted angrily. The confrontation revealed my plan, leading to a deep, heartfelt discussion. Garrett admitted his mistakes, and we resolved to rekindle our relationship, finding hope and renewal in our commitment to each other.

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