For the longest time, Deb has had one dream: to go on an amazing trip to Greece. But her husband, Dan, continues to put it off.
When Deb is well into her 60s, she takes matters into her own hands and uses all the money she has saved to finally go on her trip. But when she comes back, will Dan still be there?For as long as I could remember, Greece had been my dream place for a trip.
I’d picture myself walking through the ruins of Athens on vacation, watching the sun dip below the horizon in Santorini, the whitewashed cliffs glowing in the evening light.Dreamy, right?
That vision was the one thing that kept me going through the grind of life, the countless sacrifices, the constant pressure of work. Greece was my escape, my reward after years of holding it together.
So, I started saving. Every dollar I could spare went into a little fund, hidden away for the trip I’d promised myself I’d take one day. My plan was simple: I’d save up as much as I could, and when I reached my goal, I’d go on this dream trip with my husband, Dan. We’d been married for years, and from the very beginning, I’d been upfront about this magical trip that I dreamed of.
”We’ll go next year, Deb,” Dan always said. “Yeah, honey, I’m all for it. Let’s just get everything in order with our home and let me pay off my debt, and then I’m good to go!” At first, I believed him. I mean, why wouldn’t I?
But when Dan started to talk about his debt more, I figured that if I wanted to make this trip happen, I should start saving more for our trip. I was a private chef at the time, and I worked for two different families per week, but because I wanted to make more money, I started doing personal orders for custom cakes or desserts.”Why are you overdoing it at work, Deb?” Dan asked me one evening when I was too tired to cook, so I ordered pizza for our dinner. “Because I want to save money, Dan,” I said simply. “I want to get us to Greece.” “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Deborah. When will you stop about Greece?” he muttered.
“I’ll stop when I go. Don’t you want to come with me?” I asked.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.””It’s okay,” I said, trying to figure out whether he was being sincere or not.
“I promise you, Deb, I’m all for it,” he said.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.” “The geyser is broken and the dishwasher is on its way out. We need to prioritize that before we think about a holiday.”I told myself that it was okay. After all, we’d go eventually, right? That’s what people did, put off things for a while, then enjoyed them when life finally settled down.
Only, life never really did settle down. Instead, the years flew by without any mention of the trip. And by the time I was almost 65, I’d saved enough for both of us to go. And it wasn’t just a small amount — I could easily afford business-class tickets and 5-star hotels.I decided that I wasn’t waiting anymore. I planned everything. A two-week dream vacation. Athens, Santorini, and Mykonos, all the places I’d only ever seen in travel magazines. I even bought myself a new swimsuit, something that I hadn’t done in years. I wanted to feel good, feel alive, and for once, enjoy the life I’d been working so hard to build. So, I sat Dan down one evening. I even made him his favorite lamb chops and roasted potatoes to help sweeten the deal.”Dan,” I began.
“I’ve saved enough. Let’s go to Greece for my 65th birthday.” He looked up from his phone, his fork almost in his mouth, and barely glanced at me before letting out a sharp laugh.”Greece? Deb, really? At your age?” he said cynically. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I froze. My husband leaned back, shaking his head like I’d lost my mind completely and he would have to explain things slowly to me. Like I was one of his students.”I mean, come on, Greece?” he said, shaking his head. “You’re too old for that now, aren’t you? What are you going to do there? Walk around in that silly swimsuit you bought? No one wants to see that. You don’t want to be parading around in front of a bunch of young people.” It was the way he said it, like I was just a foolish child who didn’t know better, that made my skin crawl. I sat there, stunned, my mind scrambling to understand how the man I’d been married to for decades could say something so cruel.”I’ve been saving for this trip for years, Dan. We’ve always talked about going together. I want to enjoy it with you.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, well, maybe you should set your sights on something more… reasonable. Like how about a trip to a cabin somewhere, maybe? Or to the beach? Something nice and quiet, where you can sit and read. Greece is for people half our age. You’re not twenty anymore.” My throat tightened, but I forced myself to speak.”This is my dream, Dan,” I said simply. His expression hardened, and he threw his half-eaten lamb chop onto his plate. “Your dream is a waste of time and money, Deb. Speaking of which, why don’t you give me that money you’ve saved? I’ve been thinking about a fishing trip with the guys. That’s a much better use of the money. You don’t need to blow it on some ridiculous fantasy.”That’s when something inside me snapped. All these years, I’d been waiting for him. I put off my happiness, my freedom, my dream, because I thought we were in this together. It was supposed to be Dan and me forever. It was supposed to be us discovering Greece as a couple.But we weren’t.
He’d never cared about my dream.I stood up, pushing my chair back with force. “I’m going to Greece, Dan,” I said. “Sure you are,” he scoffed. The next morning, while Dan was out, I did something I didn’t have the courage to do before. I booked the trip for the next day. Two weeks in Greece. No hesitation. No checking with Dan. Nothing.It was just about me and what I wanted. I packed my bags, grabbed a pen, and left a note on the kitchen counter. Dan, you’re right. I am too old. Too old to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t care about my happiness. Enjoy your fishing trip, you’ll have to pay for it yourself. Then, I left. I didn’t know what would happen next, and honestly, I didn’t care. I just knew that if I stayed, I’d never forgive myself. And I would start to despise Dan.The moment I stepped off the plane in Athens, I felt something shift in me. The air was different, lighter, and warmer. I wasn’t waiting anymore. I walked through the ancient ruins, the history of the place washing over me like a wave.
I stood on a cliff in Santorini, and for the first time in years, I felt free.And of course, I wore the swimsuit I bought. And you know what? I felt beautiful in it. I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was living my life.Finally. Then, something magical happened. It was on one of those lovely nights in Santorini that I met Michael. He was sitting alone in a café, with a kind smile on his face as he looked out at the water. We struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were sharing dinner, talking for hours about our lives. “A personal chef?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “That’s impressive.” “I love using my hands,” I said. “And there’s an intimacy to cooking that I adore.”We spent the rest of the trip together, exploring islands, drinking cocktails, laughing over meals, and savoring the kind of connection I hadn’t realized I was missing. Michael saw me, really saw me, not as someone who was “too old” or past her prime, but as a woman who wanted to do something with her life. Greece was everything I wanted and needed, and more. When I finally returned home, Dan was gone.
He’d packed up and left. But there was a note telling me that he had moved in with his brother.Instead of feeling abandoned or lost, I felt relief. I was free. Now, months later, I’m still in touch with Michael, waiting to see what happens next.What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you: My Boyfriend Invited Me on a ‘Proposal’ Trip and Spent It With His Best Friend Instead — My Revenge Was Priceless When Ella’s boyfriend, Ian, plans a romantic getaway to Santorini, she takes the hint that a proposal is on its way. But when the couple gets to their destination, they are surprised by the arrival of Ian’s best friend, Mark. Will Ella get her dream getaway, or will it end in a disaster?I’ve never been the girl who had a timeline on her dating life. I’d been with Ian for two years and I knew that we were heading in the marriage direction, but still, time wasn’t an issue for me. But then, for the past six months, Ian had been dropping hints about an “unforgettable surprise” he had planned for our summer trip to Santorini.Every time I pressed for details, my boyfriend would just flash a mysterious smile and say, “You’ll see, Ella. Just you wait.” And Ian wasn’t one to plan surprises properly. He seemed to have let the cat out of the bag easily. There were moments when he would casually browse engagement rings online, leaving the tabs open for me to find.On one occasion, when we were having a quiet night in, he even asked me what my dream wedding looked like.”I just want to try and picture what you see when you think about it,” he said. Naturally, excitement got the better of me. Was this really it? Was Ian finally going to propose to me? The weeks passed and before I knew it, we were packing for our trip.”I can’t believe that we’re finally doing this!” Ian exclaimed, as he went into his closet and pulled out more clothes to pack.
