I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. One moment we were boarding with diaper bags and twin toddlers, and the next, my husband Eric slipped into business class, leaving me alone in economy.
It was supposed to be our first family vacation to visit Eric’s parents in Florida. Between strollers, car seats, and two 18-month-olds, I was already overwhelmed. At the gate, Eric mumbled something about “checking on the seats” and walked off. Minutes later, as we boarded, he turned to me with a grin and said, “Babe, I got an upgrade. You’ll be fine with the kids, right?”
