Micaela writes a fun message on her husband as she sends him on his way to his Christmas party, but when he gets home, intoxicated, she finds a reply.
Who wrote it, and what does it mean?
Remote working means that I don’t get to do the office Christmas parties involving all the drunk employees finally revealing what they think of each other.
Thank goodness. But my husband, Travis, wasn’t so lucky — so I sent him on his way with a note written on his chest.
Don’t judge me — Travis is a lightweight when it comes to his alcohol.
We’ve been married for five years, so trusting Travis is second nature. But it started as a joke because I had the marker in my hand while he was getting dressed anyway.
This is my husband — touch him, and you’ll pay- M, I wrote.
“Micaela,” he said as he was leaving. “I’m just going for a few drinks. I’ll be back home early.”
Travis left, and I began to put up the Christmas tree and decorate our living room because neither of us had the time to do it otherwise. But as I put the stockings onto the mantel, Travis dragged himself into the house.
I took one look at him and knew that he was intoxicated. I walked him to our bedroom, ready to get him undressed and put him to bed. But while helping him undress, I found a reply to my smudged message. Keep the change, it said.
I laughed at it, not thinking anything about the situation. But as the night went on and I stayed up watching old Christmas movies, the message constantly flashed in my mind.
When Travis woke up the following day, I asked him about the party.
He said that they started at his office, then went to a bar for karaoke, and finally ended up at a club for a few hours. I asked him about the message, and he looked confused.
“One of the guys probably wrote it,” he said. “There was a lot to drink, and you know how the guys get.”
Still, it bugged me. So, I went to my Mom for advice. I confided in her, asking her how to deal with unease and distrust in my marriage — something that had never come up in the last five years.
Mom’s solution was to bug Travis’ car with a GPS tracker. Now, I’m not one to snoop around, and I didn’t really want to do it. But I needed this nagging feeling to be silenced. So, I agreed. But I knew if Trav ever found it, he would feel so betrayed.
