For twelve years, my husband Michael took the same vacation at the same time every summer. One full week away in July, always to “the islands,” always with the same gentle explanation: a family tradition his mother insisted on, one that didn’t include spouses or children. I stayed home every year, managing the house, the schedules, the scraped knees, and the quiet loneliness that followed his departure. At first, I accepted it as one of those compromises couples make. His mother, Helen, was polite but distant, never unkind, never warm. I told myself her preferences weren’t personal. Yet as the years passed, the pattern began to feel less like tradition and more like exclusion. Michael never shared photos, never brought souvenirs, and rarely spoke about the trips in detail. Still, I pushed aside my doubts, trusting the man who avoided conflict and promised stability.
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