I Refused To Give Up My Seat on the Plane to a Pregnant Woman. Was I Wrong?

During a recent 5+ hour flight to visit family, I was asked by a pregnant passenger to give up my aisle seat near the bathroom.

I empathized with her, but I also have medical issues that require quick restroom access, which is why I specifically booked and paid extra for that seat.

Despite explaining this, the flight attendants offered no help, and there were no other aisle seats available.

My family believed I should have given up my seat, but I couldn’t help feeling it was unfair to expect me to sacrifice my needs. Was I wrong to stand my ground, or was I justified in keeping the seat I paid for?

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