I thought the worst part of my vacation would be my mother-in-law posting our private photos before we even got home. I had no idea one picture held a tiny detail that would unravel everything I believed about my marriage.
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We hadn't even landed when my sister, Paige, texted me.
"Did your mother-in-law seriously post your vacation already?"
I frowned and opened the message again, wondering if I'd read it correctly.
"What?" Jake asked from the seat beside me.
"Your mom posted our vacation."
He leaned over to look at my phone.
"No way."
"The whole thing."
Before we'd left for our trip, I'd smiled and told his mother, "Promise me you won't post anything until we're home."
She'd laughed and squeezed my hand.
"Of course. They're your memories first."
I believed her.
Now, somewhere above the clouds, I opened Facebook.
There it was.
An entire vacation album.
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Dozens of photos.
Relatives had already filled the comments.
"Beautiful couple!"
"Looks like the perfect marriage."
"Thanks for sharing your wonderful trip!"
My stomach tightened.
Some pictures were genuinely sweet.
A selfie Jake and I had taken at sunset.
A photo of us laughing on the beach.
I probably would have shared them myself once we'd gotten home.
Others made me uncomfortable.
One showed me asleep on a lounge chair with a book covering my face.
Another captured Jake making a ridiculous expression over breakfast.
Several were quiet, private moments I'd never realized anyone else had seen.
I immediately sent his mother a message.
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"Why would you post these before asking us?"
A few seconds later, the word "Seen" appeared under it.
Then nothing.
I tried again.
"Can you please take them down until we get home?"
This time, she answered.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't be so dramatic. Everyone wanted to see your beautiful vacation."
I stared at the screen.
Jake sighed.
"She shouldn't have done that."
"So tell her."
"I will when we land."
His answer felt strangely casual.
Normally, he'd be the first person telling his mother she'd crossed a line.
Instead, he looked out the window as if it weren't worth discussing.
I wanted to stay angry about the photos.
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I really did.
So I opened the album again, already deciding which pictures I wanted removed.
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