The Vacation That Was Never Just Ours

I wanted to scream. Not just from anger, but from the feeling that something had been happening behind my back without me seeing it unfold. But the kids were excited, and honestly, I didn’t want to cause a scene at the terminal. So, we boarded the plane with them. I told myself, Just breathe. One day at a time.

Our destination was a cozy beach resort two hours from the airport. I had booked a small rental house for us. One bathroom. One bunk bed. No room for extras.