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“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.”