I regret not traveling and enjoying myself before I met you. I let the last woman before you control me and keep me from getting away for my dream vacation. I stayed home
because she didn’t think I deserved to enjoy some time on my own. I wouldn’t trade you or the kids for all the money in the world, but I’d give anything else to experience my dream vacation of Miami and a Bahamas cruise like you did. You were lucky; your dad paid for you to be able to go. No one’s going to do that for me, and we’re broke. Every time I get my hopes up for it actually happening, there’s something that screws up our budgeting. I had my chance and let her talk me out of it all those years ago.