Vacation drama? We’d been planning this vacation for four months.
A beach house rental, four of us, splitting everything down the middle. I did most of the logistics: I booked the place, organized who brought what, even volunteered to drive everyone the six hours there.

I was excited.
I imagined lazy mornings, cooking breakfast together, maybe games at night and sunburnt laughter in between.

What I got was different.

The moment we arrived, the other three started doing their own thing. They made “quick plans” without telling me, left the house early in the morning, and didn’t text where they went. When I asked, they said, “Oh, we just decided last minute!” or “We didn’t think you’d want to do that.”

It happened once. Then twice. Then every day.

One morning, I woke up to find the house empty — again. I saw their stories later: breakfast at a cute café, hiking to a viewpoint I’d been talking about for weeks, cocktails at sunset.

I confronted them gently that night. Asked if I’d done something wrong.

They shrugged.
“No! Don’t be sensitive.”
“You’re just kind of… independent. We figured you’d want your own time.”
“You always seem like you need space.”

I didn’t argue.
I waited until they went to bed. Then I quietly packed my things, left my half of the groceries in the fridge, cleaned my room, and drove home in the middle of the night.

I didn’t leave a note.

They texted the next day — not asking if I was okay, but saying I was dramatic. That I ruined the vibe. That I “owed them a better explanation.”

So now I’m wondering:
Am I the asshole for leaving the vacation early?
Even though I felt completely left out of something I helped create?