On her birthday, Janine plans the perfect evening. Homemade dinner, candlelight and the quiet hope of being seen. But when her husband arrives with his friends and forgets everything, she makes a decision he never saw coming. This isn’t just a story about a ruined dinner. It’s about the night a woman finally chose herself.
I’m not dramatic.
I don’t need grand gestures or rose petals on the floor. I’ve never dreamed of surprise parties or social media tributes with sparkly filters and “I’m so lucky” captions. I don’t want to be the center of attention, twirling in a spotlight.
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I never have.
But once a year, on my birthday, I believe that it’s fair to ask for a little effort. A little pause. A little something that says, Hey, I know you exist. I’m glad you’re here.
Just one evening. To feel seen.
Apparently, even that is too much.
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I’m Janine. I’m the wife who remembers your coffee order, who packs snacks for your long drives, who listens, really listens, even when I’m exhausted. I’m the one who irons your shirts before your big meeting and makes sure that there’s a fresh towel when you step out of the shower.
I know the exact way you like your pie crust. Flaky, never soggy. I restock your cold meds before you even realize you’re sick. And when you’re down, I hover like you’re the last man on Earth, delivering soup like it’s sacred.
I don’t make things about me. I never have. I’ve always found comfort in the background, in the quiet flow of taking care of everyone else.
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But this year?
I just wanted one day. One moment. One simple celebration that wasn’t something I had to build with my own two hands.
And I thought, I really thought, that he’d notice.
I sat on the porch step with a mug of matcha warming my hands, watching the last of the evening light spill over the driveway. The scent of jasmine drifted from the garden I kept alive alone, season after season.
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And I remembered another birthday.
Two years ago. A Wednesday. I came home from work to find the house quiet. No card. No cake. Just a sink full of dishes and Kyle in the den, cursing at his fantasy football stats.
“I’ll make it up to you this weekend,” he’d said, not looking up from his laptop. But he never did. The weekend came and went with errands, Kyle nursing a hangover, and a quick dinner at a noisy bar where he checked his phone between bites of pizza.
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I didn’t cry then, either, in the silence of my own company. But I realized something bitter:
He didn’t forget. My husband didn’t forget. He just didn’t think that it mattered.
And that realization landed harder than any missed dinner ever could.
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But this year, I decided to change everything. I wanted it to be about me. I needed it to be about me.
I planned my own birthday dinner.
Not a restaurant… I didn’t want to force Kyle into anything “extra.” No reservations, no price tags, no fuss. Just a quiet evening at home with candles flickering in little glass holders.
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Kyle’s favorite roast lamb, slow-cooked with rosemary and garlic. A jazz playlist humming in the background. The table set with linen napkins I’d ironed that morning, polished silverware and two wine glasses we’d barely used since our anniversary three years ago.
For dessert, I made a cake from scratch. Lemon zest and almond cream because when we were still dating, my husband had mentioned that flavor reminded him of his grandmother. He’d only said it once, in passing.
But I remembered.
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I even bought myself a new dress. Navy blue. It was fitted at the waist, soft against the skin. I curled my hair, put on a touch of lipstick and dabbed the perfume he bought me four Christmases ago. The same perfume that I’d only worn twice.
It smelled like hope to me.
I wanted to be seen. Not in a social media post way. But in a “my husband actually notices me” way.
Which is why I planned the entire thing… for my birthday.
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By the evening, everything was ready. The lamb rested on a serving dish. The wine was chilled. The mint sauce was in a little white bowl. The cake was cooling under a glass dome.
I checked the clock. Rechecked the table. Adjusted the vase of tulips. Smoothed the front of my dress with slightly shaking hands.
And then, the front door opened. Laughter, loud and thoughtless, spilled down the hall.
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The smell of greasy pizza took over the house. The thud of boots not wiped at the door. The air had shifted immediately.
Kyle walked in, laughing with his friends. He was balancing two twelve-packs and three pizza boxes. Behind him were Chris, Josh and Dev. Kyle’s game-night crew. They called out greetings, already halfway to the couch.
No “happy birthday.” No flowers. Not even a glance at the candles I’d lit or the silverware I’d polished. Just noise, beer and the sound of something inside me quietly folding in on itself.
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“Kyle?” I called. “Come here a sec?”
He sighed and walked toward me.
Kyle looked at the table and paused.
“Oh, right…” he said slowly. “This was tonight, huh? Yeah, we’re going to have to reschedule, Janine. The guys are here to watch the game.”
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There was no apology. No hesitation. Just a lazy shrug and a look toward the couch.
He plopped down like he owned the room, kicked off his shoes and reached for the remote. The TV lit up in a flash. His voice rose over the music I had carefully chosen. He cracked a beer and held it up like a trophy.
I just sat there, at the dining table, trying to understand when I’d lost my husband.
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“Starving, babe,” he said a few minutes later, standing right in front of me. “I’m taking the lamb. Looks delicious. There’s pizza if you want.”
He took the roast lamb and started picking at it. The one I’d basted and brushed every half hour. The one I made to feel like a hug on a plate.
Josh came to the table and grabbed the bowl of roast potatoes. Chris poured wine into a red Solo cup. Dev joked about the candlelight, calling it “romantic for a dude’s night.”
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I stood in the doorway, hands at my sides, watching.
Watching the napkins I’d ironed crumple beneath greasy hands. Watching the food I’d made for myself, on my own birthday, disappear into paper plates and careless mouths.
Watching my night die in real time. In front of me.
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But I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.
Instead, I smiled. A small, hollow thing.
“Wait,” I said calmly. “I made something really special for tonight. Just give me five minutes, okay?”
They nodded, barely looking up, thinking I probably had dessert or some party trick coming. They went back to their chatter and chewing.
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But that was it. I wasn’t having it anymore. Enough was enough.
I walked to the laundry room. I opened the fuse box. Took one last deep breath and shut everything down. The power, the Wi-Fi, the backup router.
All of it.
The house dropped into sudden darkness. The TV cut off mid-commentary. The fridge stopped humming. The only sound was the dull confusion rising in the dark.
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“Babe?!” Kyle’s voice echoed down the hall.
“What happened?” I asked.
I returned to the kitchen with a candle in hand, illuminating the untouched birthday cake still glowing on the counter like a soft little rebellion. I picked up my phone and texted my parents.
“What’s going on?” Josh mumbled.
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“Power outage,” I said simply. “You’ll probably have to call someone. Might take a few hours.”
Then I packed the rest of the food, well, what hadn’t been mauled, into containers. I slid them into a tote bag, grabbed my coat and keys and walked right out of the door.
No one stopped me.
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I drove to my parents’ house. My sister was there. So were a few old friends from the neighborhood. There were balloons. Gifts. A hand-drawn banner. A cake from the 24-hour bakery. How they managed to do all of that in the 30 minutes it took to get there, I’ll never know.
There was music that didn’t make my ears ring. There was no loud sport commentary. There was laughter that didn’t feel forced.
There was a seat, just for me.
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And for the first time in years, I felt celebrated.
I laughed. I danced. I ate a slice of cake that didn’t taste like obligation. There were candles, hugs, stories from old friends who still remembered the girl I used to be. For once, I didn’t feel like an afterthought. I felt like Janine, not someone’s wife, or someone’s “MVP.”
I was just… me.
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I got texts, of course. Missed calls. Kyle even left a voicemail. His voice was laced with confusion more than concern.
“You’re seriously mad, Janine? Over dinner? Call me back.”
I didn’t.
But I returned home the next morning.
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Kyle was in the kitchen, arms crossed, his foot tapping against the tile like he’d been practicing his speech.
“Seriously?” he snapped the moment I walked in. “Cutting the power? Over a missed dinner? I was still in the house! We were sharing the dinner with my boys! That was just so dramatic, Janine.”
His tone was all accusation and zero apology. Like I was a child who’d flipped a Monopoly board instead of a woman who’d finally run out of patience.
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I didn’t answer. Just slipped off my coat, set down my bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped box from the tote.
“What’s that?” he blinked.
I handed it to him without a word. He tore at the wrapping, the irritation still clinging to him.
Then he saw what was inside.
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Divorce papers. They weren’t real, yet. I hadn’t had the time to get real papers drawn up. This was something I’d downloaded off the internet at my parents’ house. There were no names on it but I figured that it would get the message across.
Kyle’s hands froze mid-flip. His brow furrowed as he scanned the top page, as if some fine print might reveal it was a joke.
“You can’t be serious,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. Less sure.
I looked at him, really looked, and saw a man so used to being prioritized that it never crossed his mind that I might choose myself.
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“You’re right,” I said, my voice soft. “I wasn’t serious. Not about dinner. Not about birthdays. Not about me. I stopped being serious about what I needed a long time ago, Kyle.”
I paused, taking a deep breath.
“But I’m done being the only one who cares.”
I walked past him, the click of my heels the only punctuation I needed. I didn’t look back. But as I reached the doorway, I stopped.
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I pulled the candle from my bag, the one that had stayed lit through dinner, through the drive, through the quiet.
I walked back into the living room, set it gently on the windowsill and lit it. Its glow was steady. Small. Defiant.
Kyle stood behind me, confused.
“The power’s back,” he said stupidly.
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“It’s not about that. It’s not for that. I don’t need the power back on,” I said. “I found everything I needed in the dark, Kyle.”
And then I left. No speech. No slam of the door.
Just the quiet sound of a woman choosing herself for the first time in far too long. I’m not sure what game they were watching that night… but I know who really won. Because I may have walked out with cold leftovers and one flickering flame. But I also walked out with my dignity.
And I never looked back.
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What would you have done?
Mom Installs Baby Monitor in Son’s Room and Gets Scared When She Sees Movement There — Story of the Day
A mother installs a baby monitor in her son’s room to keep an eye on him after she notices him tired and restless all the time – only to discover a sudden movement there that sends shivers down her spine…
“Don’t worry, honey. Everything will be fine. Momma is here,” Alicia whispered as she cradled her son Edduin in her arms. The boy had awoken in the middle of the night and refused to stop wailing.
After a while, Alicia had to move all of her files and laptop from the couch to the front table and sit on the couch with Edduin, singing him a lullaby. That didn’t seem to work for the first 10 minutes, but it did eventually, and Alicia breathed a sigh of relief.
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She gently placed Edduin back in the crib in his room, kissed his forehead, and closed the door quietly so as not to wake him, and returned to work.
“How will I manage everything like this? I wish you were here, John! I miss you!” the woman thought as she proceeded to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
Almost a year ago…
When doctors told Alicia Silvers and her husband John that they wouldn’t have children, they decided to travel around the world. Shows at the Sydney Opera House, tranquil beaches in Honolulu, tables and buffets in Las Vegas, and majestic fjords in Bergen.
They were going to schedule a trip to the Bahamas when Alicia discovered that she was pregnant. She and John were overjoyed and returned to their hometown Fayetteville, North Carolina, to celebrate the moment with close friends and neighbors.
Alicia and John were both orphans, and they were raised in foster care. Alicia was a stay-at-home wife, while John worked as the managing director of a firm that made parts for household electronics.
They had all they could have wanted in a happy marriage. They had a wonderful home in a lovely area, they enjoyed each other’s company, and now they had the delight of becoming parents. But sadly, this happiness didn’t last long, as Alicia’s world came crumbling down one fateful evening.
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“Hello? Am I talking to Alicia Silvers?”
“Yes? How may I help?”
“This is Officer Duncan, ma’am. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband was killed in a terrible car accident on Farm Road Highway. We got your contact number from his phone. We’d appreciate it if you could come and confirm the body as soon as possible.”
Alicia couldn’t believe what she was hearing! That morning John had left telling her he was going out of town for a business meeting. She didn’t want him to leave and had told him she didn’t feel right about it. But he’d convinced her that she was overreacting and that everything would be fine.
Alicia was 7 months along with her pregnancy at the time. When John insisted on leaving for his meeting, she relented and kissed him goodbye. He’d promised to return soon, but when she heard the terrible news, she couldn’t bear the shock and went into labor.
Thankfully, she quickly dialed her next-door neighbor, Mrs. Hall, who rushed to her house and called 911. Alicia was immediately rushed to the hospital, where she gave birth to a baby boy. However, due to his premature birth, he was admitted to the NICU for some time.
When Alicia and the baby were discharged from the hospital, she took over John’s business and began working to support her son. Understanding the company dynamics didn’t take her long because she had an MBA. Problems arose because Edduin was very small and constantly demanded his mother’s attention.
John’s secretary, Madison, was extremely helpful to her and understood her situation, so she suggested that Alicia work from home and assisted her in setting up her workspace so that Alicia could care for her baby.
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Yes, Alicia could have hired a nanny to look after the boy, but she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to look after her baby on her own, so she started working from home. In that way, somehow, Alicia managed to look after her son and work simultaneously.
Almost a year passed like that. Little did Alicia know she’d soon have another trouble knocking at her door.
The present-day…
As Alicia made a cup of coffee and proceeded to the living room, she arranged all her files and decided to take a final look at the reports for the day. It was around 1 a.m. It took her half an hour to wrap up the work, and the woman retired on the couch due to tiredness.
Suddenly, she awoke at 8 o’clock in the morning due to Edduin’s crying sound. She jumped to her feet and dashed over to him, where she discovered him with tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall.
“What happened, honey? Are you hungry?” she asked as she started rocking him. This was the second time in a week that Alicia had noticed Edduin was restless and crying uncontrollably during his sleep.
She looked inside his crib to see if there was anything that was poking him, but she couldn’t find anything. Finally, she concluded that he might be fine after a while and decided to wait and see if the crying continued.
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Thankfully, Edduin’s abrupt crying stopped after a week or so, much to her relief, but he appeared to be very tired every day. He kept yawning and touching his face whenever she held him in her arms or tried to play with him, and the toys he’d previously adored seemed uninteresting to him.
Worried, she contacted a doctor about it, but even that didn’t seem really fruitful.
“I’m worried because he seems really calm most of the time, doctor, but he also looks tired in the mornings. Why is that so?” asked Alicia, worried.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Silvers. Babies seem to have a phase,” the doctor advised her. “Perhaps Edduin is going through the same.”
“But how long will it take for him to be fine? I’m really worried about him.”
“Don’t worry much, Mrs. Silvers. There is no such time frame, but everything will be fine. It varies from one baby to another.”
Thinking it was one of those phases, Alicia hoped Edduin would be fine soon. But even after a week, there was no relief, and Edduin just looked more tired with each passing day.
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One afternoon, Alicia decided to check on him after putting him to sleep and heard a strange noise coming from his room. It seemed as if Edduin was giggling and there was someone in his room. At first, she thought it was just her suspicion because she burst open the door but didn’t find anyone inside.
Edduin was staring at her from his crib, and the room was strangely quiet. She looked in the bathroom, inside the cupboard, and under the bed, but no one was in the room.
Alicia returned to the living room, thinking it was work-related stress, but the activity continued the next day and the next. Every day, Edduin would jolt awake from his sound sleep, giggling or simply staring around the room.
Thinking something was off, Alicia installed a Wi-Fi baby monitor inside to keep a watch on Edduin and sat in the living room, watching the live feed.
She fixed her gaze on the screen, watching it intently, and everything appeared to be fine for the first few minutes. However, after about 10 minutes, she noticed a sudden movement in the room and Edduin’s lip tilting in a smile.
Fearing that someone had crept into Edduin’s room, Alicia dashed to his room and slammed the door open. Her hands trembled, and she shivered in terror as she realized her baby wasn’t alone in the room.
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However, Alicia heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the visitor was no one but a cute little dog circling Edduin’s crib. He appeared dirty and weak, and he made a low sound that was difficult to hear.
When Alicia opened Edduin’s door, the little dog hid behind Edduin’s crib. Edduin began to giggle, and that’s when Alica understood what had happened.
It turns out that Alicia and John had a pet dog named Doblo, and they’d forgotten to close the dog door in the back of the room after he died. That room used to be Doblo’s game room, but it was converted into a nursery for Edduin after he died.
Since a lot had happened after John had left for his heavenly abode and Edduin was born, Alicia completely forgot to close the dog door. And that’s how the little dog got into the room, playing with Edduin all the time and refusing to let him sleep.
Alicia felt terrible for the poor animal after seeing it in that state and decided to adopt it. Casper, as she named him, is now Edduin’s best friend. A huge thanks to little Casper, now Edduin doesn’t cry as much, sleeps well because Alicia makes sure the two don’t spend all of their time together, and is a much happier baby.
What can we learn from this story?
- Becoming a parent is not an easy task. Alicia managing her work and looking after her baby simultaneously is an excellent example of how parents go above and beyond for their children.
- Learn to be kind to animals. Alicia adopted the dog after seeing he was in a terrible state.
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