Mike looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Are you serious right now? My parents could be dying.”“People get in accidents every day,” I shot back. “We only get one honeymoon! Do you know how hard it was to book that bungalow? It’s peak season!”We argued for nearly an hour. His best man and my maid of honor tried to intervene, but I was beyond reasoning with. Mike finally said, “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. I’m going to the hospital. You do whatever you want.”So I did. I went to the airport the next morning, alone, and posted all over social media about how my new husband had “abandoned” me. I expected sympathy, but most of our friends seemed horrified by my decision. My phone was blowing up with messages calling me selfish and heartless.I tried to enjoy myself in paradise, but it was hard with Mike barely responding to my texts. His mother had woken up but had a traumatic brain injury, and his father needed surgery. Whatever. I paid for couples massages and went alone, took selfies on the beach, and pretended everything was fine.

When I flew home after 10 days, I walked into our apartment expecting Mike to have gotten over it. Instead, I found half his clothes gone and a note saying he was staying with his parents to help with their recovery and “needed space to think about our marriage.”Now his entire family hates me, and even my own parents are saying I should have postponed the trip. My sister is the only one on my side, saying that his parents aren’t my responsibility and that marriage means prioritizing your spouse.Am I in the wrong for standing my ground and going on the honeymoon we paid for? I feel like I’m being punished for not wanting to throw away $15k and the trip of a lifetime.