My fiancé belittled me in front of his “smart” friends, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine.
My fiancé, Stan, is a lawyer, while I am a hairstylist. We come from different professional backgrounds, but I’ve always respected his work, just as I hoped he respected mine. However, during a dinner with his law school buddies, something changed.
One of his friends sought my perspective on a matter, perhaps intrigued by my unique viewpoint. But before I could respond, Stan mockingly interjected, “Don’t bother asking her; she’s just a hairdresser. She doesn’t care about this kind of thing, right, honey?”
I felt a wave of anger and embarrassment wash over me, but I chose not to cause a scene. Instead, I plastered on a smile and quietly replied, “Okay, thanks Stan, I’m so glad you made sure I didn’t embarrass you.”
The next day when I came to work, a plan started forming in my mind. I decided to make Stan regret ever putting me down in public.
After setting everything under my control at the salon, I called him and told him I had a surprise for him. When he arrived home, I greeted him with a mischievous grin.
“What’s the surprise?” he asked, clearly intrigued.
I led him to the living room, where I had set up a makeshift salon station complete with a chair, mirror, and all the necessary hairstyling tools.
“I thought we could have a little role reversal tonight,” I said, gesturing for him to take a seat.
Confusion flickered across his face, but he obliged, sitting down in the chair. With a twinkle in my eye, I draped a cape around his shoulders and began to work my magic.
For the next hour, I meticulously styled his hair, channeling all my frustration and determination into each brushstroke and snip of the scissors. And as I worked, I couldn’t help but relish the sight of him squirming uncomfortably in the chair, realizing the error of his ways.
When I finally finished, I spun the chair around to face the mirror, revealing his new look. His jaw dropped in disbelief, and for once, he was at a loss for words.
As he admired his reflection, I couldn’t resist a smirk. “How does it feel to be on the receiving end of a little belittlement, Stan?” I teased, my voice dripping with satisfaction.
He looked at me sheepishly, finally understanding the message I was trying to convey. And in that moment, I knew that he would never underestimate me again.
From that day forward, our relationship took on a new dynamic of mutual respect and understanding. And as we laughed together at his newfound hairstyle, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to teach him a valuable lesson about the importance of treating others with kindness and respect, regardless of their profession.
