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I'm a long time lurker and I've changed my screen name because like an idiot I used my real name. I'm going to get flamed hard for this but I want to validate whether I should suck it up and deal when I get home or get the hell out of dodge now.



I'm currently in Playa DeL Carman. A few months ago we planned this vacay and had been saving saving saving so we could go luxe and not have to scrimp. We were originally going with BIL (brother-in-law) and his wife who I loooove, but they had to cancel because SIL (sister-in-law) got pregnant and didn't want to travel. All good happy to go with just DF, first time away from DD (dear daughter) but she will have a blast with my parents at their lake house with her cousins so all good in the hood.



We go to lunch at MILs one Sunday, share our vacation plans and she seems excited for us. I leave because I have an assignment due and need to get it finished, DF (dear fiancee) hangs back. He gets home and I mention going online later that night to book everyone and he says "no need, it's all done! MIL (mother-in-law) wanted to come with us, so she decided to give us the holiday as a present so we went ahead so went online and booked it." Anyway I lost my shit. No way was I going away with her, don't get me wrong she is usually fine compared to MILs on here, but I don't want a third wheel. DF (dear fiancee) and I argue, I'm ungrateful, we need to support MIal who divorced last year and is depressed blah blah blah. I finally cave... Because free holiday.



Fast forward, we're here now.



I'm. In. HELL. First of all she booked a suite - we are SHARING A SUITE WITH HER. I want to be able to walk around nude. I wanted to be able to sunbath topless in our private pool. I wanted to be able to have sex whenever I damn well wanted. Well no not now. DF (dear fiancee) knew my head nearly exploded when we checked in and I realised we were all in together.



She won't leave us alone! She won't let us sleep in - apparently that's LAZY. Don't call me lazy bitch I get up at 5.00am every day when I'm home. She makes us do all the activities - I don't wanna do yoga or play chess fuck off. She makes us have every meal with her. She won't even let us nap durin the day because "why waste such glorious sunshine." I WANT TO NAP! I'm four days in and I'm done with this bullshit. I told DF (dear fiancee) I needed some time alone because I was about to punch her so I rang and booked myself in at the spa. She was excited because that meant alone time for her and DF! wtf?



Anyway I got back from the spa and said I want to have dinner alone with him tonight and actually enjoy some time together. He told her and she threw a fricken tantrum! Said we were abandoning her! I walked out to the little private pool we have and DF (dear fiancee) stayed inside to console her. He came out and tried to "reason" with me. I said it was her or me because I didn't come here to baby sit a fricken retiree. He chose her. He went back inside.



So now I'm at the bar, this drink in the pic? Yeah that's tequila. The barman gave me this turtle, I've named him Dereck. So Do I go home? It's super late and he has been FB messaging me asking me to come back and talk. I think he is freaking out - but obviously not enough to come and FIND ME given I haven't left the resort. Do I apologise and suck it up? Do I go get my own room? I'm honestly leaning towards my own room but I have to go back and get my stuff to do that.



Sorry this feels like a vent. I feel like this was a big cross roads in our relationship and he chose the wrong road.