I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. Our first family vacation with our 18-month-old twins, Ava and Mason, was supposed to be special. Instead, at the gate, my husband Eric “checked something” at the counter, and when boarding began, he turned to me with a smug grin:
“Babe, I snagged an upgrade. You’ll be fine with the kids, right?” Before I could process it, he vanished into business class, leaving me with two fussy toddlers and a mountain of bags.
