My husband made me eat rotten seafood, so I turned the tables on him and left him penniless.

In my third year of marriage away from home, my parents endured a grueling twenty-hour bus ride just to visit me.

I couldn't hide my excitement and specifically told my husband to buy some nice seafood to treat them properly.

He agreed without hesitation, but when he came home from work, he brought a bag of stinking, dead fish and rotting shrimp.

He smugly waved it in front of my face.

"It was on clearance at the market, only two bucks. It's cheap, perfectly fitting for a pair of country bum