I was furious when my husband, David, chose to help a friend’s wife instead of picking me up from the airport. To teach him a lesson about priorities, I enlisted my friend Mark, who had driven me home, and staged a dinner where I praised his reliability in front of David.
The silence at the table said it all. Later, I told David how hurt I felt, and he finally understood. He apologized and promised to do better.
In the weeks that followed, he proved it—leaving work earlier, checking in more often, and putting me first. Even when his friend’s wife went into labor, he stayed by my side.
That was the turning point. Our marriage grew stronger, and David summed it up perfectly: “You’re my priority, Sarah.”
