MY HUSBAND POSTPONED MY DREAM VACATION FOR YEARS – THEN TOLD ME I WAS “TOO OLD” FOR IT NOW Greece had always been my dream. I’d saved for years, imagining myself walking through the ruins, watching sunsets in Santorini. I wanted to go with Dan, my husband, and he always said, “We’ll go next year.” But it never came. Something always got in the way – work, the house, whatever. Still, I kept saving, believing we’d finally go. When I turned 65, I had enough for both of us to go. I planned the trip and even bought a new swimsuit, excited to celebrate my birthday in Greece. So, I sat Dan down and said, “I’ve saved enough. Let’s finally do it—let’s go to Greece.” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “At your age? You think you’re going to wear that swimsuit? You’re TOO OLD for that. Greece is for young people, not… you.” He sneered, looking me up and down with disgust. Then, he added, “Why don’t you just give me the money? I’ll use it for a fishing trip with the guys. Better use of it than your ridiculous fantasy.

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?