told her she could come, but I didn’t think she’d actually say yes. You know how she is — always hovering, trying to insert herself. I figured she’d take the hint and stay home.”
Everyone chuckled.
Then my SIL added, “Well, she’s here now. Just… don’t let her ruin the trip.”
My husband replied, “Don’t worry, I’m keeping her busy in the kitchen. That way she feels ‘included’ without being in the way.”
I stood there frozen, clutching the salad bowl, my chest tight. The people I thought were my family were sitting just a few feet away, talking about me like I was some unwanted guest in my own marriage.
I forced myself to walk out, smile, and set the salad down like nothing happened — but inside, something broke.
That night, while he was asleep, I booked the earliest flight home. I didn’t leave a note. I didn’t answer his texts. Because sometimes, the most powerful thing you can say… is nothing at all.
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