Then came his special lunch. I plated each leftover like fine dining: one green bean, a spoonful of soup, a lone dumpling. I lit candles, set the table, and smiled sweetly as he stared at the tray in horror. “It’s everything you’ve been saving,” I said innocently. He laughed — nervously. But I wasn’t done. The next week, I delivered a “complete experience”:

One sip of water in a bottle, A shirt he swore was still clean, A nearly dead TV remote, A box with just a receipt, And 30 seconds of his favorite movie, Kyle was doubled over laughing. “Okay, okay — I get it!” he said. That night, for the first time ever, he washed all the dishes — even the one with one lonely mushroom. Two months later, he still does the dishes. Every. Single. Time. Turns out, a little creativity goes a long way in marriage. And sometimes, revenge is best served with a side of cold mac and cheese.