My Husband Refused to Fix Our Sink, Then I Caught Him on His Knees Fixing Our Young Neighbor’s – My Lesson Was Harsh
My husband was too busy to fix our sink—until our young, pretty neighbor needed help with hers. Suddenly, he was Mr. Fix-It, shirtless, flexing, and full of enthusiasm.
When I found out, I didn’t yell. I plotted.
Mark dismissed my leaky sink as trivial but rushed to Lily’s place, toolbox in hand. “Just being neighborly,” he said, unaware I was watching.
At our neighborhood barbecue, I made my move. “Lily, how did you get Mark to fix your sink so fast? Mine wasn’t worth his time.” Silence. Neighbors stared. Mark turned red.
The following week, I became spectacularly unhelpful. No alarm, no clean clothes, no dinner.
By Friday, he surrendered. “I get it. I was an ass.”
Now, Mark fixes everything immediately. And Lily? She’s found a plumber—one who keeps his shirt on and charges full price.
