It all started with a phone call while I was cleaning my apartment. Linda, my dad’s wife, asked me for a favor. She and my dad were exhausted and needed a break—a vacation. I happily agreed to help plan a family-friendly cruise.
I spent a week researching the best options, considering everything from kid clubs to excursions. When I sent Linda the itinerary, she called to thank me, then surprised me by inviting me to join them. I hadn’t had a vacation in years, so I booked my ticket, excited to be included.
When the day arrived, I joined them at the terminal, but Linda handed me a keycard for a cabin with her two young daughters. She explained it was a last-minute change, as she and my dad needed privacy. I was disappointed but tried to stay positive.
The first few days were exhausting. I found myself taking care of the girls while Linda and my dad enjoyed time alone. I had planned to relax, but instead, I ended up stuck in the cabin with the kids, missing out on the excursions I had looked forward to.
On the third day, I snapped. After being asked again to help with the girls while Linda and my dad took time for themselves, I told Linda how I felt. She brushed me off, saying I was part of the family. That night, I realized I didn’t want to be the help anymore—I wanted to be seen as a daughter and a sister.
The next morning, I quietly packed up, took the girls to their parents’ cabin, and left a note for Linda. I booked a solo room and spent the rest of the trip finally focusing on myself. I enjoyed quiet mornings, a snorkeling trip, and peaceful dinners alone. I found peace again—without the constant pressure to care for everyone else.
On the final night, my dad apologized for not seeing what had been happening. I thanked him, but I knew things wouldn’t change with Linda. Back home, I unpacked slowly, feeling free for the first time in days. I’d planned trips before, but from now on, I’d only do it with people who saw me as family, not free labor.
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