They sputtered protests, but I wasn’t backing down.
I walked to the front door, opened it, and gestured for them to leave. “Out.
Now.”
For a moment, they stood frozen, shocked that I’d actually stood my ground.
Then Diane grabbed her purse with an indignant huff.
“This is ridiculous. Mark,” she said. “I hope you realize what kind of wife you’ve married.”
Mark, to his credit, didn’t flinch.
“I do, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
Please go.”
With one last glare, they stormed out, slamming the door behind them. Everyone was quiet for a moment as they thought of what to say.
Then, Mark stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.
“You did the right thing,” he whispered.
The party continued, and without James and Diane’s toxic presence, the atmosphere became lighter and more joyful.
But wait… This isn’t where the story ends.
The next day, James called Mark, furious about being “humiliated” in front of everyone. But Mark stood his ground and calmly explained why we’d asked them to leave.
When James realized he wouldn’t get an apology, he hung up in anger.
A week later, karma came knocking.
A mutual friend informed me that Diane had posted on social media about her salon trip and the party, only to have people drag her for wearing muddy shoes into a house with kids.
She’d even earned the nickname “Dirty Diane.”
I couldn’t stop laughing after learning that.
Dirty Diane? Haha! That’s something Diane will never forget!
Source: amomama
