For twelve long years, Layla stood by while her husband, Tom, packed his bags each summer and left for the annual family vacation—a trip he claimed was a “tradition” strictly reserved for his immediate family. Every time she asked to join, she was met with the same rehearsed line: “You know how my mom feels about in-laws. She’s always said it’s just for blood family.” Layla, hurt but wanting to keep the peace, accepted his explanation. She stayed home, year after year, watching him drive away while she cared for their children alone, making summer memories without him.