He Turned My Worst Fear into a Joke So I Gave Him a Taste of His Own Humiliation

On our third anniversary, I expected Ryan to propose at a fancy restaurant. After a tough week—passed over for a promotion due to likely sexism—I needed hope. Dressed in emerald green, I felt ready for a magical moment. But at dessert, a plate read, “Congrats on Your Promotion!” in icing. Ryan, knowing I didn’t get it, thought

“manifesting” was sweet. Instead, it mocked my pain. His jokes persisted despite my pleas. I paid for my meal and left. Friends were split—some saw his intent, others saw cruelty. I hosted a party for Ryan, with balloons and a banner saying, “Congrats on Going Bald!” mirroring his cake. He stormed out, humiliated. Zach, his friend, stayed, praising my comeback. We talked for hours, and I felt seen. When someone mocks your pain, you deserve the last laugh.