I paid $200 for a bedroom at my in-laws’ Thanksgiving lake house. When I arrived alone, they stuck me in a windowless storage closet and gave “my” room to the kids. They said I was “just one person.” Big mistake.
By dinner, they learned exactly what that meant. I’m Alyssa. I’m 32, and I’ve been married to Ben for three years now.
Every single Thanksgiving, my husband’s family rents a lake house for the long weekend. His mom, Linda, books it months ahead; his two sisters, Rachel and Kim, pile in with their husbands and kids. I’ve gone along with it since Ben and I got married.
I know I’m still the “new one” in the family. Linda’s never exactly rolled out the welcome mat for me, but I show up anyway. I help cook, I smile through the little digs, and I try to be part of it all.
This year, everything was paid for before we even left. Linda books the house, then divides the cost by bedrooms. Six bedrooms this year, $200 per room for the weekend.
Ben and I paid our share just like everyone else. Then, two days before we were supposed to leave, Ben got slammed with an emergency work trip. Flights booked that afternoon, meetings in another state.
Since we’d already paid our part, we decided I’d still go. So I packed for both of us and drove Ben to the airport early Thanksgiving morning. Linda and the girls had planned to get there earlier.
They all drove up together since their husbands and kids had the time off. I told them I’d catch up after the airport run. I figured I’d roll in a couple hours after them, say my hellos, unpack, and slide right into the usual holiday chaos.
I had absolutely no idea that showing up alone was about to turn this entire trip into a nightmare. When I pulled up to the lake house, cars were already crammed into the driveway. The smell of something cooking hit me the second I stepped out.
I walked into the usual mess — shoes piled by the door, coats thrown over chairs. Linda was already wearing her apron. Rachel and Kim were unloading grocery bags.
The second they spotted me, all three women turned with bright, sugary smiles. “Alyssa! You made it,” Linda said, air-kissing near my cheek.
“How was the drive?”
“Long, but fine,” I said. Kim glanced past me, smirking. “No, Ben?”
“Airport this morning,” I said.
“Work emergency. He’ll be gone the whole weekend.”
“Oh, yeah! Forgot about that!” They all nodded with exaggerated sympathy.
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