Deb has had one desire for a long time: taking a fantastic trip to Greece. Dan, her spouse, nevertheless, keeps putting things off. Deb takes matters into her own hands when she is well into her 60s and utilizes all of the money she has accumulated to take her vacation. But will Dan still be there when she returns? Ever since I can remember, Greece has always been my ideal travel destination. While on vacation, I could see myself strolling around the ruins of Athens, or watching the sun set over the whitewashed cliffs of Santorini as the evening light dances across them.
The only thing that got me through life’s grind, the innumerable sacrifices, and the never-ending pressure of labor was that goal. After years of holding it together, Greece was my prize and my escape. I thus began to save. Every spare dime I had went into a small fund, stashed aside for the trip I would told myself I would take someday.
My straightforward objective was to save as much money as I could and, after I achieved my target, to take my spouse, Dan, on this amazing trip. After years of marriage, I had always been honest with him about my desire for this wonderful trip. “Deb, we will go next year,” Dan would always say. Yes, honey, that is what I am all for. “All I need to do is organize our house and settle my debt, after which I may proceed.”
Initially, I trusted him. Why would not I, after all? However, when Dan began to discuss his debt more, I realized that increasing my savings for our trip was necessary if I wanted to actually go. At the time, I worked as a private chef for two different families each week, but I started taking orders for custom cakes and desserts from individuals because I wanted to increase my income. “Deb, why are you doing too much at work?” One evening, I was too weary to make dinner for Dan, so I ordered pizza. “Dude, I just want to save money,” I uttered. “Get us to Greece, please.” “Oh Deborah, please forgive me. He murmured, “When will you stop talking about Greece?
“When I leave, I will cease. Would you mind accompanying me? I enquired. My husband softened and poured me a glass of wine. “Of course, darling,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed out at work. Being a math teacher to kids who don’t want to learn is so difficult. “Naturally, I thought that we would work toward it together. But every time the topic came up, Dan would say something about “next year.” And every time “next year” came around, there was some excuse. “Work is too busy, Deb.” “I can’t afford to take the time off.”