Nothing else.
—And what about us? —asked his mother.
—The hotel is completely full. But I'm sure you'll find something.
Roger raised his voice.
—You can't do this to me!
I looked him straight in the eyes.
—And you could leave me alone with three children during an eight-hour flight so you could travel comfortably with your mother?
He did not respond.
Because I had no answer.
He called nearby hotels for almost an hour.
Everything was crowded because of a summer festival.
In the end, he ended up paying a fortune for two small rooms in a motel thirty minutes from the beach.
His mother didn't stop complaining for a second.
Meanwhile, I was taking our children to the hotel pool.
For the first time in years…
I wasn't cooking for anyone.
I wasn't cleaning behind anyone.
I wasn't trying to please anyone.
I only enjoyed being with my children.
That night I received a message from Roger.
“I’m sorry. I never thought about how you would feel.”
I read the message several times.
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