I (42F) was invited on a 10-day Florida trip by my longtime friend (55F) and her 7-year-old daughter. We split costs—she booked the hotel, and I booked flights for all three of us. I also told her upfront that I’d be working remotely for two days, which she said was fine.

From the moment we landed, her personality completely changed. She became snappy, dismissive, and honestly, just mean. She’d ask my opinion, then get mad at my responses. I chalked it up to travel stress at first, but it kept escalating.

First night, her daughter wanted a sleepover in my bed. Cute, but she kept climbing on me and straight-up punched me in the head in her sleep. I barely got any rest. The next day, my friend complained for 30 minutes straight about the cold ocean. I suggested the pool, and she snapped, screaming that she wanted to stay at the beach. Later, she ditched me to drink alone at the pool bar while I watched her kid.

Things got worse. They went for a walk on the beach while I took a nap. I woke up to her screaming my name because they’d gotten lost and blamed me for not reminding her to note the landmarks.

Next morning, her daughter had a rash. My friend freaked out, convinced it was pink eye. I suggested urgent care, she ranted about how dumb that was—then insisted we go. While she fumed, I checked in online and found directions. Turns out, it was just an infection from picking up dirty seashells. We didn’t get to the beach until 3 p.m., and she hated the first one, so we had to move.

At the second beach, my autoimmune disorder flared up, and my ankles swelled to the size of grapefruits. I had to sit out some activities and ice them. She got annoyed, said I was “disrupting” the trip, and after offering she then refused to share her Advil “in case she needed it.” Then made a huge deal about stopping at a store.

That night, we were supposed to go to a nice dinner (her treat, since I’d covered most meals), but last minute, she decided to order pizza. Then she screamed at me in the car because I didn’t get the toppings exactly right, even though we had agreed on them beforehand. When it arrived, they barely ate it.

The next day, she started ranting about the boat tour again. I reminded her I had work and just needed to know the plan so I could reschedule meetings. That set her off. She yelled that I was an inconvenience and should just leave.

I finally told her, “I feel disrespected and unheard. I’ve had a horrible trip, and I don’t like how you’ve been treating me.” She spiraled—crying, ranting about how I’d “misrepresented” our friendship, and saying I had ruined the trip. I stayed calm, gave examples of her behavior, and tried to de-escalate. She wasn’t having it.

I suggested we use a code word if either of us felt tensions rising to avoid more fights. She refused. Instead, she doubled down on how I was ungrateful about the boat tour (which still hadn’t even happened). Then she declared I had to leave since she booked the hotel.

I packed. As I was leaving, her daughter—who clearly sensed the tension—gave me a bunch of little gifts, which broke my heart. Meanwhile, my friend came back one last time to yell at me some more. I finally snapped and said, “Good luck with your two friends,” which, yeah, was petty, but honestly?.

I booked an early flight home instead of wasting more PTO. Despite wanting my $ back. I didn’t cancel their return flights so they could still use them, and I even resent her the confirmation info because I knew she’d struggle with it. She thanked me, and I am done.

I feel awful for her daughter, but I never want to see this woman again.

AITA?