“We need a vacation.”
“Somewhere by the ocean,” he continued. “A real break.”
The idea sounded impossible.
It also sounded wonderful.
I had savings from before our marriage. Eric promised he’d repay every dollar after his annual bonus.
So I agreed.
“A real break.”
Then the costs kept growing: flights, the resort, transfers, and extras I didn’t remember discussing.
Whenever I questioned another charge, Eric reminded me he’d pay me back after his bonus.
I wanted the trip badly enough to stop arguing.
***
By the time we reached the airport, I was pushing the stroller with one hand, holding Thomas on my hip, and carrying the diaper bag.
Eric walked beside me with a coffee and his cellphone.
I was pushing the stroller with one hand.
He carried only a coffee and his cellphone.
“Can you take Thomas for a minute?” I asked.
Eric looked at his cup.
“I’m drinking, Diane.”
“And my hands are full.”
He sighed.
“I’m drinking, Diane.”
“Diane, you get yourself worked up.”
I stopped walking.
“I’m carrying a baby, pushing two others, and wearing enough luggage for a weekend evacuation.”
“That’s exactly why you need this trip.”
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