They were upset that my cooperation had stopped.
Two days before the original trip date, Jordan emailed me.
The subject line said:
“Can you just listen?”
He had contacted the rental company himself.
He tried to convince them that he was actually the organizer and that my card had merely been used for convenience.
He even offered to pay the balance.
The company refused because the reservation wasn’t in his name.
Jordan forwarded their response to me and wrote:
“Don’t let your pride ruin this. People took time off. The kids are excited. This was just a misunderstanding.”
A misunderstanding.
Three days before departure, they had told my fiancée she didn’t count as family.
Now it was a misunderstanding.
Then Paige called.
She didn’t bother with hello.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove.”
“I’m not proving anything.”
“You canceled the trip, ignored everyone, and now you’re acting like a victim.”
I stayed quiet.
Then she said,
“If Leah is this sensitive about one vacation, maybe that tells you something.”
I felt something inside me become very still.
“You told my fiancée she wasn’t family after I organized and paid for the trip.”
“Well, maybe next time make it clear that your participation depends on bringing your plus-one.”
My plus-one.
The woman I planned to marry.
