My family ‘forgot’ to invite me to the annual cruise, yet my younger cousins got tickets. my aunt texted, “thought you’d be too busy with work.” I didn’t argue. two days later, I saw a charge for the full group package on my card.
I called the service and said, “I need to cancel and get a full refund.” the ship didn’t leave. later that evening, my uncle called, furious. I simply said, “thought you’d be too busy with the ocean.” and that was before step two began…
My name is Alex.
I’m twenty-nine, and I’ve always been the quiet achiever in the family. Not the favorite, not the rebel, just the dependable one. The one who shows up, pays on time, and doesn’t make a scene when someone forgets his birthday.
I wasn’t bitter. Not until the cruise. Every year, my extended family plans a big vacation.
It’s always the same crew: my aunts, uncles, cousins, and whoever they’re dating. Ever since I started earning decent money, I’ve quietly picked up part of the tab. Not the whole bill, just enough to cover one or two people so no one had to cancel.
They never asked, but they always assumed. Alex has it. Alex can swing it.
It was my role: reliable, generous, quiet. This year was different. I’d just wrapped up a grueling quarter at work, pulling double shifts to hit a deadline.
My bonus was a big one, and I thought, for once, I could join the cruise without worrying about work calls. I even mentioned it to my cousin Zoe. She smiled.
“You should totally come! It’s going to be a blast. Mexico, Aruba, St.
Thomas.”
Two weeks later, the family group chat exploded with photos of tickets and cabin assignments. My name was nowhere. No invite, no message, not even a, “Hey, are you coming?” I waited a day, then another.
Finally, I texted my Aunt Lisa, who usually organizes the trip. Hey, just checking. Did I miss an invite for the cruise?
She replied an hour later. Hey, sweetie. We figured you’d be super busy with work again this year.
Didn’t want to pressure you. 😊
That smiley face made my stomach drop. They didn’t forget.
They decided on my behalf. Somehow, that felt worse. The next day, I was scrolling through my bank notifications when I saw a charge: $18,462.
Ocean-Glide Cruises. My jaw tightened. The charge came from my personal card—the one I used for groceries and rent.
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