Deb had always dreamed of visiting Greece. She pictured herself wandering through the ancient ruins of Athens, watching sunsets over the whitewashed cliffs of Santorini, with the golden light dancing on the Aegean Sea. It was her escape, a reward for years of hard work.
But her husband, Dan, consistently postponed her dream. “Next year, Deb,” he’d say. “Let’s just get things in order first.” At first, she believed him. They had often discussed going together. Yet, as time passed, excuses piled up. Dan’s debt, home repairs, and work stress kept the dream at bay.
Determined to make it happen, Deb took charge. She worked extra hours as a private chef and took on side gigs creating custom desserts, saving every penny. Dan questioned her dedication, but she replied, “I’m saving for Greece.”
Still, whenever she brought it up, Dan dismissed it. “We can’t afford a trip right now,” or “The house needs attention.” He never shared her excitement, but Deb held on to hope.
By her 60s, she had saved enough for a trip—no modest getaway, but a luxury vacation: business-class flights, five-star hotels, everything. She excitedly shared her plans with Dan over a special dinner, but he barely looked up from his phone.
“Greece? At your age?” he scoffed, his words stinging.
Deb froze. “What do you mean?”
Dan leaned back, shaking his head with a condescending smile. “You’re too old for that. What, are you going to prance around in that swimsuit you bought? No one wants to see that, Deb.”
His words pierced her heart. She had sacrificed her dream for years, believing they were in this together. But it was clear—Dan didn’t care about Greece or her happiness.
“I’m going to Greece,” she declared firmly.
Dan laughed dismissively. “Sure you are.”
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