Anonymous wrote:Then boyfriend/now husband scrimped money together for 2 plane tickets to Palm Springs while we were both in grad school. His grandparents had a condo there, and a car, and we could stay for free. I cried, I was so happy.
Then a series of unfortunate events took place and I REALLY cried.
His parents decided to go too. Without asking us they booked tickets.
There was only one bedroom, so they helpfully suggests we could sleep on an air mattress on the floor in the living room.
They took the car and helpfully pointed out we could rent a car (we were dead ass broke grad students)
His grandparents decided since it was a family reunion to go there too.
His parents got the air mattress. We slept toe to toe on this couch. 5 feet from them.
Since now there were 6 of us, we ended up driving everyone around in the rental car. So we had to be home by 8. For their bedtime.
Which ended up being okay since they don't go out to eat "why spend the money when I made bean soup for everyone?"
Oh and it wasn't actually a condo in Palm Springs. It was a pre fab home about an hour and a half away. We went there once, family in tow.
You are a better woman than me. But no freakin' way could I do that. And I have slept in cellars and tents before at get togethers.
Glad you survived and are still with your husband!