The Road Trip That I Was Not Supposed to Be A Part of
An Unforgettable Nightmare
For the purpose of keeping each person’s identity confidential, I’ve changed their names in this story. I will also not disclose their relationship to me.
I told Michael the weekend I was moving out of my apartment, and he agreed to help me move out.
For some reason, Michael thought I was moving out on a different weekend. He had made plans to go to Vegas with his wife and son to celebrate his parents’ anniversary.
Michael was upset when he realized he had double booked. He said I ruined his plans because he would have to take a detour just to pick me up. The new plan was now to pick me up and then take me to Vegas with them. Once the weekend festivity was over, he would drive me home.
This was the first time I met Michael’s son. Let’s call him Alex. I think Alex was 3 or 4 years old. Prior to meeting Alex, Michael would constantly praise how great and well-behaved he was.
I thought it was going to be a long, peaceful road trip, but it was quite the opposite. Alex was talkative. He talked nonstop. He threw a tantrum when he didn’t get what he wanted. He threw a jacket, and the metal part hit my face.
Finally, when we reached Vegas, Michael was supposed to meet his sister and their family. Let’s call his sister Karen.
Karen didn’t think highly of me. She was nosy. She asked what job I had lined up after graduation. When Karen asked that question, I felt she expected me to respond that I had no job lined up. When she found out I landed the job, instead of saying congrats, she made a snarky remark about the job I landed and moved on to talking to Michael’s wife.
Karen was civil with everyone else including Alex, the toddler who talks nonstop and probably gets on everyone’s nerves. I seem to be the only person she had a problem with.
The only highlight of this trip was the food and sightseeing. Vegas is unbelievably beautiful at night.
When I got home, I remembered telling my mom I regretted the decision to let Michael help me move out. I should have just thrown everything in my apartment away and booked a bus or airplane ticket home than be stuck on an 8+ hour car ride with Alex and have to interact with Karen.
If you read this far, thanks for reading! Have you had a road trip like this one?
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