I was having second thoughts about taking a cruise with my family.
At forty-five years old, I had planned to be happily married with kids. Instead, I was divorced, childless, and stuck on a very turbulent boat with my parents, younger sister, and my sister's complete jerk of a husband.
“One day, we'll have kids and take them on a cruise too!” my sister Marla was saying as we sat at dinner. We were at one of the ship's many specialty restaurants, and the wait for the main course was nearing an hour.
“Cruises are freaking expensive,” burst out Chris, Marla's husband.
Everyone blinked at him for a moment. He could always be counted on to contribute inappropriate comments to any conversation.
“Well, yes, they are,” my mother murmured.
“And that's why we're so thankful you brought us along, Mom,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. But with me at this point, happiness was all a big show. I'd fallen into depression years ago when I