Hubby jets off on a solo vacay, too impatient to wait for his wife. A week later, he’s back from the Bahamas and finds this…

Husband leaves on vacation alone, not wanting to wait for his wife…a week later he returns to this

Today, Janice found herself in an unusually buoyant mood. The reason being, she was just days away from her long-anticipated break. It was her final week at work, and the prospect of an upcoming vacation fueled her excitement.

After efficiently completing her work duties, she made her way home, completely unaware of the surprise that awaited her. That evening, she arrived home, her spirits higher than usual. Spotting her husband’s packed suitcase in the hallway brought a delighted smile to her face.

She assumed he had taken the initiative to pack for their vacation. Sean, her husband, was never particularly good at packing. Yet, this time, he had not only managed to do it himself, but also found the travel pillow something she found both amusing and endearing.

Sean, my love, I’m back! Janice cheerfully announced as she entered the kitchen, but her happiness abruptly faded upon seeing the sight before her. Sean was seated at the kitchen table, a glass of wine in hand. He was dressed not in his usual casual home attire, but as if he was ready to leave the house.

Sweetheart, what’s happening? Are you heading out? She asked, her confusion apparent. Janice, I’m weary. Sean began his tone somber.

I need to go now. I need some time to unwind, to rest. I’m afraid I might be depressed.

Janice stared at her husband, the alderman clouding her eyes. Darling, what do you mean? Can’t you wait just one more week? Janice was at a loss, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in her husband’s mood. You wouldn’t understand, Janice, he replied tersely.

You’re always cheerful at work, surrounded by your supportive team. Meanwhile, I’m here feeling low and in desperate need of a break. Her eyes then fell on a bank statement lying on the table.

To her dismay was clear that Sean had transferred the money they had painstakingly saved together into his personal account. Halting the statement, she said, Sean, what depression are you referring to? We’ve been saving this money for our shared vacation, for our trip to the Bahamas. I’ve been eagerly waiting for this day, and now you’re asking me to delay it because your work won’t permit you a vacation? Sean retorted, his voice beginning to show irritation.

Janice could feel her anger brewing. I never said my work wouldn’t grant me a vacation, she fired back. In fact, I agreed with them today that this is my last week.

Besides, we never set a specific date for our trip. Why would you plan your leave now, when I can’t join? You’re not being rational today, Janice, he rebuked her. I told you I’m exhausted.

I’ve had enough of the dreary cold weather. I need a change, somewhere warm, somewhere peaceful. And what about me? She demanded, feeling neglected.

Her husband merely shrugged in response. Well, practically speaking, you can’t come along. You’re tied up with work.

I don’t understand why we’re arguing about this. I’m the head of the family, and I get to decide what’s best for us. Sean’s brows furrowed, his anger visible.

She watched him pack the rest of his belongings. This wasn’t some ill-conceived chest. He was serious about leaving alone, without her.

But Sean, that’s not fair, she protested. We saved that money together. If you can’t wait for me, at least you should only take your share.

Once I get my leave, I’ll join you or go somewhere else, using my portion. Sean paused and looked at her, his face devoid of empathy. What do you want, Janice? Do you want me to stay and have a mental breakdown? How am I supposed to divide the money? What if I run out? How about this? If there’s anything left, I’ll bring it back…