He Turned My Worst Fear into a Joke — So I Gave Him a Taste of His Own Humiliation

On the night of our third anniversary, I thought my boyfriend, Ryan, was going to propose. He’d made reservations at a fancy downtown restaurant, told me to dress up, and hinted at a surprise. After a brutal week at work—where I was passed over for a promotion likely because of sexist assumptions—I desperately needed something…