I Flew Economy Class with My Three Kids While My Husband and MIL Luxuriated in Business — Then Karma Turned the Tables

Step one happened quietly, but devastatingly.

I created an anonymous Instagram account and commented on their vacation photos. Under the champagne toast: “Beautiful! Where are the grandkids?

🤷🏻‍♀️”

Under the ski chalet selfie: “Lovely. Did Derek’s wife and three kids enjoy economy? ✈️”

Under the lobster dinner: “Stunning.

Is this paid for while your wife wrangles toddlers alone? 😤“

Within hours, people started asking questions. The comments turned brutal, and their perfect vacation cracked.

Cynthia deleted the posts, but screenshots last forever. I’d already shared them with the family.

Step two was even better. I anonymously reached out to Derek’s boss and mentioned how “generous” Cynthia had been, funding this “luxury Christmas trip.”

Turns out, Derek had been telling everyone at work we were struggling financially and couldn’t afford holidays.

His colleagues had even pooled money for a gift card. When they discovered the business-class champagne lifestyle, Derek’s reputation tanked.

Step three was about the kids… the most important one.

I sat Emily, Max, and even little Lucy down and explained, in words they could understand, that sometimes people we love make choices that hurt us.

“But we’re strong. We’re a team.

And we don’t let anyone make us feel small.”

Emily hugged me tightly. “I love you, Mommy.”Continue reading…