Lauren always believed her husband simply didn’t like to travel, but this year, his behavior left her more confused than ever. When a family vacation brought years of tension to light, she decided to uncover the truth—but found much more than she bargained for.
I sat on the couch, scrolling through photos from last year’s family trip—just me, my parents, and my siblings. My boys weren’t in any of them. Mike always insisted they stay home with him.
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Ethan climbed onto my lap and looked at the pictures. “Mom, can we go to the beach this summer? Please?”
“Yes!” said Ben. “A real beach. Not just by the lake. Uncle Tim told me there’s black sand in Hawaii!”
I smiled and kissed Ethan’s hair. “We’ll see.”
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Planning a vacation was always bittersweet. I loved the adventure, the sunshine, and the memories I made with my parents and siblings. But every time, for the past 17 years, leaving Mike and the boys behind weighed on me.
“Why don’t we ever go away, Mom?” asked Ben. “Dad says holidays are for adults only.”
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“That’s not true,” I said.
“But he always says no when you ask him,” Ethan added.
“He just…” I hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “Dad isn’t a big fan of traveling. But we’ll figure something out.”
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The truth is, Mike didn’t just dislike traveling, he was firmly opposed to it. Whenever I brought up a family trip, he dismissed it with some vague excuse.
“It’s too expensive.”
“You don’t need to bring the boys. They’re too young to remember anyway.”
“It’s better that they stay here with me.”
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Eventually, I stopped asking. Arguing about it never got us anywhere.
When my mother called a few weeks later, she was both excited and uncertain.
“Lauren, I’ve been thinking… I want to take the whole family to the Virgin Islands this summer. One last big trip while I still can. The kids should come too.”
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The Virgin Islands. Her favorite place in the world. She and Dad had gone there every other year until she passed away. I knew it wasn’t just a vacation for her; it was a way to create memories with her grandchildren while she still could.
“Mom, that sounds perfect,” I said. “I’ll talk to Mike.”
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“Don’t let him stop you,” she said softly. “The boys deserve it, and so do you.”
That evening, I brought it up while Mike and I were washing dishes after dinner.
“Mom wants us to go to the Virgin Islands this summer,” I said.
He didn’t look up from the plate he was wiping. “It’s far away.”
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“It’s her favorite place. She’s been talking about taking the boys there for years. This might be her last chance to go with them.”
He sighs. “And what happens when the boys get bored or tired? Who takes care of them?”
“They’re old enough to handle a vacation, Mike,” I said firmly. “And they’re going to love it. They’ve been asking to go somewhere new for years.”
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“Then take them.”
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard correctly. “Are you okay with me taking the boys?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll think about going too.”
For a week, I clung to a shred of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Mike would surprise me and decide to join us. But when I mentioned the flights, he completely shut down.
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“I didn’t realize you were going to have to fly,” he said, his voice tight.
“Mike, this is the Virgin Islands. Of course, we have to fly.”
“I’m not comfortable with that,” he said.
“It’s only one flight,” I said, exasperated. “Everything will be fine.”
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“I said no, Lauren,” he replied, turning away.
This time, I refused to let him hold us back. I booked tickets for me and the boys.
When I told them, they couldn’t believe it.
“Are we really going?” Ben asked, his eyes wide.
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“Really?” Ethan added.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Let’s really go.”
Flying was a new experience for the boys, and they had lots of questions. “How high are we going to fly?” asked Ben. “Do pilots ever get lost?” asked Ethan. I answered as best I could.
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When we landed in the Virgin Islands, the boys rushed onto the beach, their laughter echoing in the salt air. My mother hugged me tightly.
“I’m so glad you brought them,” she said.
“Me too,” I admitted, watching the boys run along the shore.
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The days were filled with building sandcastles, snorkeling, and family dinners filled with stories and laughter. But at night, when the boys were asleep, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
Mike’s calls were too short.
“Is everything okay at home?” I asked one evening.
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“Yes,” he replied. “I’m just busy.”
“Busy with what?”
“Work. Stuff.”
His answers twisted my stomach. After I hung up, I stared out at the moonlit ocean, the weight of our growing distance weighing on me.
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The boys were asleep when I made my decision. I stood on the balcony of our rental, listening to the waves crashing below, and dialed my mother’s number.
“I think I’ll go home early,” I said.
Mom was silent for a moment. “Is everything okay?”
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“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Mike is acting… weird. And the phone calls aren’t helping.”
“You did the right thing by bringing the boys,” she said kindly. “They’re having a blast. You can trust me to keep an eye on them. Go do what you have to do.”
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On the flight home, my mind raced. I replayed every tense conversation, every sharp look, every excuse he’d given over the years to avoid vacations. I thought about the silence that had fallen between us, the kind of silence that makes you wonder if it’s still worth fighting for.
Had I missed something? Was there a more complex reason for his behavior? Or had we simply grown too far apart?
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I couldn’t shake the fear of being confronted with something I wasn’t ready to face.
I walked through the front door and froze.
Mike was sitting on the couch with a woman I didn’t recognize. She looked up, scared, but didn’t say a word.
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“What’s going on?” I asked.
Mike stood up, his face pale. “Lauren, this isn’t—”
I stopped him. “Stop. I’m going away for a week, and this is what I find when I get home?”
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“It’s not what you think!” he said, walking towards me.
“So what’s going on?” I asked. “Because it looks like you had a lot of fun while I was gone.”
The woman stood up. “I think I should go,” she said softly.
“No,” Mike said firmly. “Stay. Lauren, this is Dr. Keller. She’s my therapist.”
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I blinked, completely bewildered. “Your… therapist?”
“Yes,” he said. “I know it sounds crazy, but please let me explain.”
I crossed my arms, my heart still pounding. “Begin.”
Mike ran a hand through his hair, his voice trembling. “I’ve been seeing Dr. Keller for a few months now. I didn’t tell you because… I didn’t know how. I was embarrassed.”
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“Embarrassed about what?” I asked, anger giving way to confusion.
He sighs. “Lauren, I’m terrified of flying. I’ve been since I was little. The first time my parents took me on a plane, I had a panic attack at the airport. They just told me to stop being so dramatic. I was seven, and I’ve never forgotten how I felt. I was afraid the boys would panic too if you took them on a plane that young.”
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I looked at him, stunned.
“I hid it from you,” he continued. “Every time you mentioned a trip that involved flying, I panicked. But instead of admitting it, I just fought with you. It was easier to make excuses than to face the fear.”
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Dr. Keller speaks. “Mike asked me to come here today because he’s working to overcome his phobia. He wanted to show you how far he’s come and share that.”
I looked at him. “Why now?”
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“Because I’m tired of missing out, Lauren,” he said. “I hate that you and your family have to go on these amazing trips without me. I hate that I was too scared to be a part of it. And I hate what it did to us.”
“You should have told me,” I said quietly.
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“I know,” he replied. “It’s just… I didn’t want you to think I was weak.”
“Mike, that doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”
We sat in silence for a while before I took his hand.
“What do we do now?” I asked him.
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“I’m still going to therapy,” he said. “And I’m working on this problem. So maybe by next summer, I can be on that plane with you and the boys.”
My heart softened. “We’ll do it together,” I said.
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The next morning, we sat at the kitchen table, a map in front of us, talking about destinations. For the first time in years, we were planning, not arguing. It felt like a fresh start.
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