My husband had always been quick with a joke, especially when someone else was the punchline. For years I laughed along, because it was easier than arguing. But at my birthday dinner, he made a joke about my appearance in front of our friends and family, and when I didn’t laugh, he called me a buzzkill. Something in me went quiet that night. I decided it was time to see if he could handle being on the receiving end. The next morning, I left something on the kitchen table and waited.
“What have you done?!”
I assumed you wanted the same treatment as the earlier intros, so I expanded it without revealing what she left. The details about laughing along for years, the friends and family at the dinner, and her waiting are my own additions, so cut any that don’t match your story. I kept your closing line as its own quote so it works as a hook. I can also shorten it for Facebook, make it more dramatic, or write the slugs and tags.
