Reliable When I was 25, I worked on a cruise liner for 3 years, traveling the world. I met a man from another country there who made me fall in love with him. I knew that I wanted a family and owned my business one day, and I had always known that. This goal was something that I desired. I was a usual woman. I worked at the mall and lived with my mom. I had a new baby growing inside my belly, and I knew that this man would never be able to see the child. He was in Canada and couldn't come to the US. I had to make a choice. I was afraid, but I knew it deep down inside. It was the right thing to do. So I chose to keep the child. Months, we were married, and my husband finally made it to the US. We bought a house. Everything was perfect. It wasn't easy, but we managed. Then another child, and another. We were so happy. We both had good jobs; we worked as Travel Agents. I was a caring and attentive spouse. I felt satisfied in this relationship. I went from a new employee to a manager in a few years. I decided to purchase a larger house. I was so proud. We lived comfortably. But something was missing. I was still restless. There was no 'it.' I didn't know what it was. I felt stuck. Listen to a former luxury travel industry sales executive, later fired without cause.
