Two weeks before Ryan’s 36th birthday, he asked me to plan a dinner party
Two weeks before Ryan’s 36th birthday, he asked me to plan a dinner party. His exact words: “Invite the family, my friends, everyone. Just don’t screw it up, okay? I don’t want to look bad.” So it all fell on me—twenty guests, a full dinner, drinks, decorations, making sure the house sparkled. Ryan did nothing…