My husband promised me a tropical anniversary getaway after years of putting everyone else first. But when we arrived, my mother-in-law grabbed our ocean-view suite, sent me to a cramped room with the kids, and David let her. That evening, she burst into my room screaming, “YOU HAD NO RIGHT!”
Twelve years of marriage had worn me down.
Three kids, a demanding job, and a husband who took me for granted clung to me like humidity.
I barely recognized myself in the mirror anymore.
Then David walked into the kitchen one Tuesday evening and slid a glossy brochure across the counter.
“Pack your bags, babe. I’m taking you somewhere nice.”
I stared at the picture of turquoise water and white sand, sure I’d misheard him.
“What is this?”
My eyes filled before I could stop them.
I hadn’t seen an ocean in five years.
I hadn’t finished a hot cup of coffee in longer than that.
“David, are you serious? Can we even afford this?”
“Don’t worry about the money,” he said. “Just be excited.”
I wanted to be excited. I really did.
He cleared his throat, and something in the sound made my shoulders tighten.
“They’ll come with us. Mom’s coming, too.”
I set the brochure down slowly.
“Beatrice? On our anniversary trip? AND the kids?”
“She offered to babysit so we could have romantic time alone. Isn’t that generous of her?”
Generous wasn’t the word I would have used.
His eyes widened. “You expect me to leave my mother here with the kids while we go away? It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to take care of the kids under those circumstances.”
“Why not? You said she wants to help—”
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