Dani has always felt like a stranger in her own house, a feeling that has intensified each time her husband’s friends gathered for their harsh games.
She often grabbed and watched from the side places and cooked quietly as they cracked rough jokes and indulged in behavior that could not hardly tolerate. At night, Ethan mentioned that he had them watch a basketball game, and Dani felt a familiar increase in fear.
She knew a little that she would break up in a number of events in the evening that would have questioned her not only her marriage but also her own limits for what she would tolerate. What began as a simple disapproval of friends would soon become a night of chaos, transformation, and unexpected apparitions.
Dani cannot withstand her husband’s friends. So when Ethan provokes the possibility of letting them watch the basketball game, it closes this idea. In the evening of the game, Dani finds herself in the basement to get a pack of beer, but before she knows it is locked inside. What happens next? …
From the beginning, I just had to say no. Not only when Ethan raised the idea that his friends were coming to dinner. I mean in this way before, as when I first realized how terrible they were. I never said directly that I hated them but let me be honest with you: I think I clarified it.
But my husband, Ethan?
It is so different from these guys. At the age of 35, he is a successful manager in a technical company and for reasons I never understand, he is still friends with the same boys he went to high school.
They are loud, coarse, and completely unlike Ethan. They are all he left when he did something of himself.
Except apparently, his loyalty to them.
“Dani, it’s just one game,” he said that night, sitting in the kitchen with a promising smile. “Guys really want to watch the game here. They die to see our new TV settings. It will be fun!”
I sighed and tried to stay calm. I almost saw a terrible evening developing. I knew that Ethan’s friends would take a house, and inappropriate comments would get into every conversation.
“Ethan, you know how I feel about them. Every time they come, it is as if our house has changed into a frat house.
My husband’s face dropped, and in his eyes, the look of injured pride flashed.
“It’s just one night, Danielle. I don’t see them very often because of work. Come on, you can hang on top or something. Don’t be like this. ”
“No,” I said. “They didn’t come here.”
“Please?” He asked Ethan where he was doing. *I promise you to do all the cleaning before and after. You won’t have to do a thing. Why don’t you invite your girls? You can use the whirlpool outside and catch up or anything. ”
I didn’t say anything. Ethan also said nothing else.
He just turned back to his pasta bowl and chewed in silence.
I was supposed to see what would come next.
A few days later it happened.
It was Saturday, the night of the big game, but Ethan said nothing about it. In fact, he was the husband of the model who came with me to get food, and even stopped to get a bouquet of flowers.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” He asked when we went home.
“Anything that doesn’t include cooking,” I said.
Ethan laughed.
“Okay, we’ll see what we can do.”
Finally, Ethan decided to have dinner.
“I don’t feel like I’m cooking,” he said. “So I ordered a lot of fried chicken and fries.”
“It sounds incredible,” I said. “And when I regret that morning, just go with the flow.”
“Deal,” Ethan laughed. “Do you think you could get six packs of beer from the basement refrigerator?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll go a little. I just want my nails to dry out.”
Ethan nodded and went to the living room, and talked to someone on his phone, but I didn’t pay much attention to him. I was glad he didn’t mention the game again, and I even sat with him when it was. Once again I was blowing on my nails before I headed for the basement.
“I’m going to the basement,” I called Ethan. “Pay attention to delivery guys!”
He waved at me and barely looked at me as I walked up the stairs to a cold, mostly illuminated space, where we stored other drinks in the spare refrigerator.
I tried to turn the basement into my own little reading port for a while, but whenever I did big shopping for it, I immediately felt guilty. Now there was a comfortable couch and two empty shelves.
“I got you,” I thought when I grabbed six packs and turned to go up the stairs.
When I closed the door to the basement, I was almost on the stairs.
I blinked in a sudden darkness. That was weird.
“Ethan?” I was screaming.
I tried the door handle but didn’t move.
“Ethan!” This time I called again, louder. No answer. I watched the handle harder. Still locked. My stomach twisted.
He couldn’t really lock me here by chance, did I?
I was banging on the door.
“Ethan! It’s not funny! Open the door!”
Nothing.
I stood there for a while and listened. I heard the muted voices, laughter, and unmistakable sound of the basketball comment he chose from the television.
My jaw clenched firmly. His friends were here. Of course, these Moroni were here. He brought them after I told him.
And he locked me in the basement.
The entries were attracted and stretched within an hour. I tried to scream, pound on the door, literally anything to attract someone’s attention.
But it was useless.
Ethan was there with his friends, watched the game,e and ignored me completely. I had no phone and no way to call for help. I was stuck.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. Ethan stood, and looked ruthless, but occasionally, as if he had just made a minor mistake.
“Oh, tax! Here you are!” He said with a fake laugh. “I didn’t know you were down here! I had to lock it. You know, it is customary to keep the basement door locked. ”
“Accident?” I was repeated, my blood was cooked.
“Yeah, I didn’t hear you, tax,” he said.
My husband walked into the living room and I saw his friends were still there and lazy on the couch. There were beer bottles, empty chip packages, and two empty barrels of fried chicken. The game ended and the TV screen showed the winning team was celebrating.
Of course he didn’t hear me. He wanted me down there.
“Sorry, gold,” Ethan said. “The chicken is ready. But I can make you a toasted cheese sandwich. Or to tost or something? ”
Without another word, I wiped around him and headed straight up.
I didn’t want to communicate with Ethan’s friends. I didn’t want to give Ethan the time of day. I was frantic, but I knew better than to scream. Ethan wouldn’t understand it, not right. No, he would feel bad for a moment, but in the end he just apologized.
I waited instead. I rendered.
A few nights later, after Ethan fainted in bed, she was snoring gently, and I crawled from our bedroom. I went softly down and pulled out a small tank I got from my brother earlier during the day.
There were two small, non-hassy snakes inside.
Ethan hated snakes. He was totally frightened of them and my brother loved them. When I told him what Ethan did, he was more than willing to get on board with my plan.
“My children can do work, you,” he said.
I opened the bedroom door wide enough to slip into the snakes. They slipped on the carpet and disappeared into the darkness. Then I got out and locked the door from the outside.
It was poetic.
Once everything was in place, I went down and settled on the couch with a blanket. I dialed Ethan’s number and let him ring and woke him up.
“What?” He asked, dazed his voice poisoned.
I smiled at myself and stared at the ceiling.
“You may want to wake up,” I said.
“What are you talking about? Where are you? ”
“There’s something in the room in the room,” I said calmly. “Actually a few things.”
“What have you done?” Ethan screamed.
I heard a bang and then a sharp breath.
“Oh my God, what is real … Danielle!
I almost saw him, throwing around in the dark, frightened. It was good; In the end, it was locked and felt helpless.
“Danielle!” Shouted loudly. “Pleas,e honey! Please! I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that!
I let him sweat and listened to his pleas. It was really pathetic. After about two hours of listening to Beg, I finally went back up.
I opened the door and found that my husband was standing in the middle of the bed.
“Try again,” I said.
What would you do?
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Being a single mother is hard work, I don’t have to move about this. But being a free mother of a rebellious, stubborn 16-year-old boy is another level of challenge.
My son, Jason, recently gave me sorrow, especially when it comes to his schoolwork.
As a mother who works two jobs to meet, I expected to at least try to keep her grades.
Instead, I discovered the side of my son, whom I didn’t know there was.
“Jason, we have to talk about your grades,” I told him at dinner. “You can’t ignore the studies like that.”
I didn’t have much time; My night shift in Laundromat awaited me, but before I left, I always tried to have a hurry dinner with my son.
“I’m trying, Mom,” he sighed. “You just don’t understand me. That’s your problem. Leave me alone.
“No, you’re not,” I insisted.
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Dani cannot withstand her husband’s friends. So when Ethan suggests inviting them to watch a basketball game, they quickly shoot down the idea. At night in the game, he heads to the basement to catch a pack of beer, but before he knows he finds himself inside. What will develop next?
I was supposed to reject it completely from the beginning. Not only did Ethan mention that he had his friends for dinner, but before I first realized how unbearable they were. I never explicitly said I hated them, but let’s be honest: I think my feelings were quite clear.
But my husband, Ethan? It’s another story. At the age of 35, he is a successful manager in a technical company and for reasons I never understand, he is still friends with the same high school boys.
They are loud, coarse, and nothing like Ethan. They are all he left when he did something of himself, except for his loyalty to them.
“Dani, it’s just one game,” he said that night, sitting in the kitchen with a hopeful expression. “Guys really want to watch the game here.” They are excited to see our new TV settings. It will be fun! ”
I sighed and tried to keep my peace. I could have imagined a terrible evening ahead of us. I knew his friends would take the house and leave inappropriate comments at every step.
“Ethan, you know how I feel about them.” Every time they come, it’s as if our home has turned into a frat house. I don’t clean them again. It doesn’t happen. ”
His expression fell and I saw injuries in his eyes.
“It’s just one night, Danielle.” I don’t see them often because of work. Come on, you can hang on top or something. Don’t be like this. ”
“No,” I replied. “They didn’t come here.”
“Please?” Ethan begged, put it. “I promise to handle all cleaning before and after.” You don’t have to raise your finger. Why don’t you invite your friends? You can all use the whirlpool outside and catch up. ”
I stayed quiet and Ethan finally turned back to my pasta and chewed in silence.
I was supposed to expect what would happen.
A few days later it developed.
It was Saturday, the night of the big game, but Ethan didn’t mention it. In fact, he was an ideal husband who joined me to buy food and even surprised me with a bouquet of flowers.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” He asked when we went home.
“Anything that doesn’t include cooking,” I replied.
Ethan laughed. “Okay, we’ll see what we can do.”
In the end he decided to take.
“He doesn’t even feel like cooking,” he admitted. “So I ordered a ton of fried chicken and fries.”
“Sounds amazing,” I said. “And when I regret it in the morning, just go with it.”
“Deal,” Ethan laughed. “Could you catch six packs of beer from the refrigerator in the basement?”
“Sure,” I replied. “I’ll go a little; I just want my nails to dry up.”
Ethan nodded and went into the living room, and talked on his phone while I was relieved that he did not mention the game again. I even planned to join him when it was.
Last time I was blowing on my nails before I went down to the basement.
“I’m going to the basement,” I called Ethan. “Keep the ear for the delivered guy!”
He waved to me and barely acknowledged me when I descended the stairs to a cold, mostly lit basement, where we stored more drinks.
I tried to turn the basement into my personal reading of reading, but whenever I bought something for it, the fault was wash for me. Now he had a comfortable couch and two empty libraries.
“I got you,” I thought when I grabbed six packs and turned up.
When I killed the basement door, I was almost upstairs.
I blinked in a sudden darkness. That was weird.
“Ethan?” I was screaming.
I twisted the door handle, but it wouldn’t move.
“Ethan!” This time I screamed again, louder. Yet there was no answer. I watched the handle harder. Locked. My stomach was tied.
He couldn’t accidentally lock me here, didn’t he?
I pounded on the door.
“Ethan!” It’s not funny! Open the door! ”
Nothing.
I stood for a while and listened. I heard the muted voices, laughter, and unmistakable sound of the basketball comment he chose from the television.
My jaw has tightened. Of course there were his friends. He brought them after I told him.
And now he locked me in the basement.
Time was pulling and stretched within an hour. I tried to yell, slammed on the door, anything that attracted attention.
But it was unnecessary.
Ethan was up with his friends, watched the game, and ignored me completely. I had no phone,and no way to call help. I was imprisoned.
After feeling like age, the door finally opened. Ethan stood there and looked like he looked, but informal, as if he had just made a minor mistake.
“Oh, tax!” You’re there! “He said with a fake laugh. “I didn’t know you were down here!” I had to lock it by chance. You know, I always hold the locked door in the basement. ”
“Accident?” I was repeated, my blood was cooked.
“Yeah, I didn’t hear you, tax,” he grinned.
My husband entered the living room and noticed that his friends were lying on the couch. There were beer bottles, empty chips, and two empty barrels of fried chicken. The game was over and the television depicted the winning team celebrating.
Of course he didn’t hear me. He wanted me down there.
“Sorry, gold,” Ethan said. “Chicken is all gone.” But I can make you a grilled cheese sandwich. Or eggs on toast or something? ”
Without another word, I wiped around him and headed up.
I didn’t want to get involved with my friends. I didn’t get any attention. I was frantic, but I knew better than to scream. At that moment he wouldn’t understand it, no. He would feel a little bad, for sure, but in the end he would just apologize.
I waited instead. I rendered.
A few nights later, after Ethan fainted in bed and snored gently, Isneakedg from our bedroom. I went softly down and pulled out a little tank I got from my brother earlier that day.
There were two small, non-hassy snakes inside.
Ethan hated snakes. He was totally frightened of them and my brother was a fan. When I shared what Ethan did, my brother was eager to support my plan.
“My pets will do a trick, you,” he said.
I opened the bedroom door wide enough to slip into the snakes. They slipped on the carpet and disappeared into the darkness. Then I got out and locked the door from the outside.
It was poetic.
As soon as everything was set, I settled on the couch with a blanket dialed Ethan’s number, and let him ring until he woke up.
“What?” He grunted, and sounded Groggy and poisoned.
I smiled at myself and stared at the ceiling.
“You may want to wake up,” I said.
“What are you talking about?” Where are you? ”
“There’s something with you in the room,” I replied calmly. “Actually a few things.”
“What have you done?” Ethan screamed.
I heard a bang and then a sharp breath.
“Oh my God, what is real … Danielle!” Get me from here! Danielle, what is the hell here? ”
I could almost visualize him as he threw in the dark, frightened. It was good; In the end, it was imprisoned and felt helpless.
“Danielle!” Shouted loudly. “Please honey!” Please! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it! Please get me out! ”
I let him choke for a moment and listened to his desperate pleas. It was really pathetic. After about two hours of hearing, I finally went back up.
I opened the door to find Ethan standing on the bed.
“Try this sensation,” I said, “and you will be out of my house and my life before you know.”
What would you do?
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My son locked me in the basement and went on a date – I got out and showed up on his date to teach him a lesson.
When Callie confronts his son about his grades, he pulls out to typical teenagers. Callie Grounds Jason, who wanted him to have the last word, forbade his date. But instead, Jason decides to ground his mother …
Being a single mother is hard and I don’t have to explain it. But being a free mother to a rebellious, stubborn 16-year-old boy is another level of challenge.
My son, Jason, recently gave me sorrow, especially when it comes to his schoolwork.
Like a mom working two jobs to meet, I expected to at least spend to keep his grades.
Instead, I discovered the side of my son, whom I didn’t know there was.
“Jason, we need to talk about your grades,” I said at dinner. “You can’t ignore such a study.”
I didn’t have much time because my night shift in the laundry was approaching, but I always tried to share a fast dinner with my son before I left.
“I’m trying, Mom,” he sighed. “You just don’t understand me.” That’s your problem. Leave me alone to come. And in any case, I’m doing well. ”
“No, not,” I insisted.
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Finally, Dani’s experience serves as a strong reminder of the importance of communication and respect in relations. By taking things into her own hands, she not only stood on her feelings, but also emphasized the consequences of Ethan’s actions. The situation escalated rapidly, but for both of them it led to a moment of clarity. Dani’s bold response to locking away revealed her strength and determination, forcing Ethan to face the boundaries he crossed.
When they navigated the fall of that night, it was clear that their relationship had to be developed. With honesty and vulnerability, they would have to deal with their differences and learn to prefer the feelings of the other advancing forward. Whether they could rebuild the trust and understanding that has been shaken will depend on their willingness to listen and grow together.
In the end, this story underlines a vital truth: relationships are about mutual respect and understanding, and sometimes it takes a moment of chaos to prepare the way for deeper connections and clarity.