My Husband Secretly Upgraded to Business Class and Left Me in Economy with Our Twin Babies—He Didn’t See Karma Coming
I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. Boarding with diaper bags and twins, my husband Eric vanished… straight into business class, leaving me with Ava and Mason, 18-month-old chaos incarnate.
It was supposed to be our first family vacation to Florida. Eric leaned over at the gate: “I’ll just check something real quick.” Next thing I knew, he kissed me and disappeared behind the business class curtain.
By the time I collapsed into 32B, both toddlers were screaming, apple juice soaked my jeans, and my patience evaporated. Eric texted about warm towels and fancy pretzels. I ignored him.
Landing was worse. I wrangled bags, stroller, and twins while Eric strolled behind like he’d just had a spa day. His dad? Stone-faced. Eric? Sent straight to the study. Fifteen minutes later, FIL emerged, patted me on the shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I took care of it.”
Linda was gone. Dad paid for everything. Hailey stayed for prom… I mean, dinner.
Two days later, FIL updated the trust—college, first car, everything for the kids and me. Eric’s business-class escapades? One-way tickets to lesson-learning luxury.
By our flight home, he was domestic enthusiasm incarnate. Boarding pass in hand, he paled: “Business class again… one-way. Explain it to your wife.”
I laughed. Loudly. Possibly maniacally. Karma, fully reclined.
