I love my husband. I do. I just do not trust him. Okay let me explain before you get the wrong idea. I do not believe he will ever do anything to hurt me, at least not on purpose but I firmly believe that I am the best person to know what I need so I trust myself more than I trust him. Jordan and I have been married for 10 years, college sweethearts. Jasmine and Jordan. It’s almost corny, right? We determined that we only wanted two kids, but after the birth of our daughter (Glory), I really do not want anymore. I have been too scared to tell him. It feels like a betrayal to go back on what we initially agreed so I am hoping I can wait him out. Glory is five years old right now. I am inching closer to forty everyday. My window is closing. He has asked me more in the past year than ever before. He really wants to try again for another kid but I keep telling him I am not ready. It is not that I would not like another kid but having our daughter cost me years of traction I had been building up in my career. While I was out on maternity leave, one of my colleagues got the promotion I have been vying for over the last year. Candice and I are work friends but we are also each other’s biggest competition in the company. As the only two women and minorities in our entire department, we collaborate on most of our projects. We are neck to neck on expertise and both great candidates for the open C-suite position in our tech company. We have the same level of experience and comparable degrees, mine from MIT and hers from Yale. The chance to move up to an executive level position in what began as a startup in 2001 and has ballooned as a technology heavyweight was exactly the catalyst I needed to rocket my career into the stratosphere. I knew the competition would be fierce when I became pregnant with Glory. At first nobody cared as long as I was showing up and killing the game. But as my bump grew so did their concern. Suddenly, I was not representing the company on all of our usual yearly conferences.
”We don’t want to overtax you, Jasmine. You need your rest,” the sentiment was echoed in so many words, always accompanied with a sympathetic glance at my belly. They could have saved the niceties. I was not concerned with losing rest (pregnancy insomnia anyone?). I was concerned with losing ground. Sure enough, a few weeks into my third trimester the unofficial company policy was that I should not be scheduled for any work related trips that were beyond a hundred miles of the office. I missed the company retreat to Colorado and for the first time in five years, I could not attend the biggest tech meetup of the year that was taking place in Las Vegas as it was too close to my due date. Candice of course showed up for all of it and brought her A-game. I do not blame her for her promotion because it was well-earned but I really really wanted that job.
By the time I came back from my leave, Candice was my direct supervisor. She was always gracious and we still function more as collaborators rather than competitors but seeing her at the head of the table in our department meetings is a constant reminder that the position should have been mine. I love my daughter but I paid a heavy price to be her mother. It has taken me another five years to rebuild the momentum I had before I had Glory. I am a contender for the next exective position as one of our directors of tech innovation is leaving by the end of the year to pursue other opportunities. There is no one even close to my level of experience and expertise within the company and I have it on good authority that the company is not hiring an outsider to fill the seat.
My husband is a surgeon and he is doing amazing work that gives him joy. I supported us through his years of residency and I am now reaping the rewards. He initially wanted me to stay home with Glory for her first year or two but I explained to him that it was out of the question. My career is in a field that is being innovated every moment of every day. Missing a day is like missing a week. Missing a year would be like missing a decade. There is no way to catch up. So I continued working and we hired a nanny and the best daycare money could provide. Glory is my pride and joy but my work is my passion. Technology touches almost every life on this planet. Developing something as simple as an application on a smartphone that makes it easier for people across the globe to find a safe place for their children to sleep or to access medical assistance that would otherwise be unavailable is meaningful work. I am honored to be a part of that process, even if all I do is make the use of a valuable tool more widespread. We can live comfortably on my husband’s income alone but it is important to me to work. And that my work is being valued appropriately and compensated accordingly is icing on top. Money is not the goal but it is an easy tool to measure how my work is being valued. And for now I can tell you that I am well regarded in my field.
My husband and I have a deep and mutual respect for one another. I respect his integrity and work ethic and he respects my determination and honesty. I tell it like it is. I don’t sugarcoat anything. I do not believe I need to filter myself to say something in the “best most respectful way” in order to be heard. We are both grown. I should not have to sugarcoat my words before he can take constructive criticism from me. Just like he does not need to treat me with kid gloves to get what he needs. As much as I love him, his happiness is not the focus of my world. Of course I want him to be happy but I am not going to sacrifice my sanity, peace of mind or sense of purpose for it. And if he ever asks me to, then I will know we have worn out our welcome in each other’s lives. My career and my marriage are both equal on my list of priorities. I would never sacrifice one for the other. I make sure both work. The only thing that can possibly trump both is my daughter. I would do anything on this earth to make sure she is happy, safe, loved and cherished.
One of the few financial hiccups we have endured came recently when my husband’s tax filing was audited. Apparently he had underreported one of his income streams over the last few years and owed about $100,000 in unpaid taxes. The bill was a head ache but it was not insurmountable. With some savvy representation, our accountant worked it down to $50,000. The worst part of it all for Jordan was that he had to liquidate some assets to get the cash flow. He does not keep a lot of cash readily accessible to curb his appetite for expensive purchases and train himself to invest more than he spends. As for me, I have been aggressively saving one third of my income since I started working. I have over $300,000 in a tax exempt holding and intend to leave it untouched until I need it for retirement or alternatively as an inheritance for Glory.
It is still a sore point with my husband that I did not give him the money to pay off the IRS bill but to me, it just was not a wise move. Having an extra 50K attributed to my income for the year would have jumped me into the next tax bracket and my tax bill would have been astronomical. It was not worth it. He has no issues making the payments; it just took more effort than if I had wrote a $50,000 check. For the most part, we have worked past the friction. It has created this tendency for him not to ask me for major favors, financial or otherwise. Personally, I think his ego is just bruised. He knows I would do anything for him – within reason of course.
This week has been one for the story books. I have a major presentation at work for a new would-be client (the deal is in the bag if they like what I have to say). This is a seven maybe eight figure deal for our company. If I close it, that office in the C-suite is guaranteed to be mine. My husband has surgeries all week. He’s usually focused (stressed) when he has one surgery on his schedule. This week he has five (three scheduled, two tentative), including three that are high risk patients. To say he is stressed out would be putting it mildly. My husband doesn’t react when he’s about to snap, he retreats. From everything and everyone. He doesn’t eat, he barely sleeps and spends all of his time buried behind medical journals, research or reading and re-reading patient files (I am sure he has memoried all their favorite colors and home addresses by now). I try to leave him be, sending gentle reminders for him to eat or take his vitamins. I keep his favorite snacks at hand so he can always grab something and go even if he forgets to eat a full meal. But other than that, the best thing to do is to stay out of his way and not break his concentration. Unfortunately, I am also under a lot of stress right now. I haven’t had a minute to do any grocery shopping and my hours for work are currently 5am to 11pm. I spend the first three hours and the last fours hours of my work day working from home before I go into the office and after I make the 45 minute drive back. The nanny is picking up and dropping off Glory at daycare and staying with her until bedtime. Meals are ordered or microwaved. The only time I am seeing my family is when I look in on Glory at bedtime or when my husband crashes into bed anywhere between two and five in the morning. The house is a wreck so a cleaning service is coming every two weeks until life slows down.
“We don’t have any granola bars,” my husbands states matter of factly.
I look at the clock, 3:15am.
“Granola bars in the middle of the night?” I ask groggily.
“I have a surgery scheduled in a few hours. I am not gonna have time for breakfast. Couldn’t eat it even if I tried anyway. I just wanted something quick for energy. The gas stations don’t sell the brand I like,” he replies with brows slightly furrowed.
I do not like his tone. I know he’s not angry about some granola bars he could have picked up the thousands of times he has driven past the specialty grocer where we do our household shopping.
”Honey, I have been swamped at work just like you have. I did not have time to do any shopping. You can order it online and have the nanny pick it up for you on her way to drop Glory off at school.” Having offered a comparable solution to this mountain-from-a-molehill issue, I turn over and close my eyes. If I am lucky I can get another hour of sleep before I have to start my day.
After a few minutes of dead silence, I hear him leave the room, closing the door a little too firmly for my liking. If he wakes Glory before the nanny gets here, I will personally wring his neck.
Willing my heartbeat back to even pace, I go back to sleep. My alarm wakes me at 4:45am and I hop out of bed, anxious to start the day. After a quick shower, I throw on my favorite T-shirt and yoga pants. I pull out my blouse and skirt for the office and get comfortable in front of my laptop to work.
By the time the nanny arrives to pick up Glory, I’m dressed for work and she’s bathed and dressed in her favorite pink unicorn sweatshirt with matching tights. Her coily hair is swept up in a pretty puff secured with a pink and purple ribbon. I have missed my girl. She has my dark brown eyes and her father’s everything else – height, cocoa complexion, his strong checkbones and bright smile. Sometimes the way I love my daughter scares me. I would do anything and fight anyone to keep her safe. I am not sure I love anyone like this, not even her father.
“Mommy, will you take me to school? You never take me to school. It’s always Claire. Never you or Daddy,” Glory pouts, her brown eyes misting over
The guilt is instantaneous and crushing. My heart drops as I look at my only child. Her dad and I are working hard to provide for her and show her the importance of doing what you love and doing it well. Are we neglecting what truly matters in all of our ladder climbing?
”I am so sorry, baby girl! Mommy is so busy today so I can’t take you today but I promise on Friday, I am all yours. We will have a special Mommy-Glory Day! Okay? I will take you to school and pick you up then we can go get our nails done and have lunch at your favorite restaurant – just you and me! No work allowed,” I promised with a grin at my pride at joy.
“You mean it, Mommy?” Glory asks, her brown eyes dancing with joy! When I nod my head yes, she squeals with joy and squeezes me into a tight hug. My heart is bursting.
When she leaves with Claire, her nanny, I finish up my work and quickly dress for the office.
I never want my baby girl to feel like she is not as important as my work but this season is just a stressful one for us all. I once heard a woman say, “you can have it all, just not all at the same time.” It seems when I am flourishing on the home front, my career is leaving me behind. And when I am killing it in the market, my family feels like I am neglecting them. Do men have to make these kinds of choices? Of course not. They can climb the corporate ladder as quickly as they like while their wives and girlfriends do the grunt work at home.
That is absolutely not going to be story. I have a friend from college who is living my worst nightmare. Her and her husband were college sweethearts and got married before they even graduated. He finished, she didn’t. Now she’s on baby number 5 while her hubby is killing it in the industry and earning almost seven figures. She stays home to homeschool and they do not even have childcare or a nanny. She has no job, no savings apart from her husband. If he ever decides to leave her, she would be on the street with a dozen kids. I cannot believe women actually live like this in 2019. Cannot be me.
My big presentation is today. I realize that my husband dearest did not even wish me good luck when he woke me up about those stupid granola bars. I send him a quick text. I’m sure he’s in surgery still but maybe he will see it by lunch.
“Presentation day. Wish me luck.” I told myself not to expect a response. He is busy.
As I am backing out of our driveway, my phone buzzes.
“Good luck, babe. I know you are gonna kill it. About to meet with patient’s family. Talk later.”
My heart melts at his vote of confidence. I blink back the quick tears. I have missed my husband. I miss us being friends and laughing and flirting with each other like some newlyweds. Date night is another thing that I have gotta plan as soon as I nail this presentation. Presentation. Get my promotion. Mommy-daughter date then husband and wife time – in that order!
I kill my presentation! I mean it was literally the best meeting I have ever had! I had the clients eating out of my hands. When I mentioned the millions of downloads our past clients reached within days and weeks of partnering with us, I could almost see the dollar signs in their eyes.
On top of that, both the CEO and CFO insisted on hi-fives when the clients left the room. That empty corner office is as good as mine. I am so excited. My heart is still racing from the thrill of a job well done. Our lives are about to change. My salary is gonna triple within the next year. I can do so much more for my family. Save more. Travel more. Take more vacations as a family. The sleepless nights and months of stress were absolutely worth it!
I cannot wait to share my news with my hubby when he gets home tonight!
When doctor bae (he hates when I call him that) walks through the door I fly into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist!
“Whoa there! Where’s Glory?” He asks with a chuckle.
”Upstairs with Claire. They are playing tea party for five more minutes before bath, then bed,” I said, keeping my vice grip around his body.
His laugh gives me butterflies. When he nuzzled my neck I squeal in delight, finally releasing my grip and ending our embrace.
”Well, aren’t you gonna ask how my presentation went? I ask with a fake pout.
Gotta milk it for all it’s worth
”Yeah yeah yeah! I thought you would have called me by now. How did it go? Did you kill it like I said?” He asks with a hopeful smile
”I not only killed it, I KILT IT!” I half-yell with a laugh.
”YES! That’s my girl! I’m so proud of you, honey! Come on! We are celebrating. Where’s that champagne the hospital gave us for Christmas?” my husband asks, already heading to the wine fridge in our kitchen.
I laugh at his excitement. It feels good to have my husband say he is proud of me. Sometimes I feel like he might resent my work because it keeps me away from home so much. Jordan’s mom stayed home with him and all of his siblings as children. He half-expected me to do the same after Glory was born but I told him in no uncertain terms that it was completely out of the question. It is a relief to know that he sees the value that I bring into the work I do for a living.
When Glory is ready for bed, I send Claire home and decide to tuck her in myself. We both got a pleasant surprise when her dad decided to join. He reads her a story while I twist her hair. By the time storytime is over, Glory’s pretty brown head was drooping. Baby girl is beyond tired. We turn down her lights and watch her quickly snuggle up to her favorite plush giraffe. Within minutes, her breathing was deep and even.
I slide my fingers into my husband’s and lock our hands. His palm is rough, occupational hazard of the frequent handwashing required by his chosen profession. We get ready for bed and settle into companionable silence, listening to each other breath as I rest on his shoulder. Feels good to have my best friend back.
A few weeks after my killer presentation, life has settled back into a manageable routine. I would say we are happier than we have ever been. The promise of a better income has really taken the stress off my husband. For as long as we’ve been together, he has been on this constant search for the next big thing. Even though we are comfortable, according to him we are not set. Six figure joint income is a nice start but we are far from rich, he would remind me. We have just as many liabilities as we did assets. We needed more income or some kind of big break. My new salary was just the kind of catalyst that would launch us into long-term financial security. We are so close to our next level, I can practically taste it.
It feels amazing to know I helped get us here.
When I get off work that Friday, Jordan asks me to meet him for dinner at our favorite restaurant. Claire would pick up dinner for Glory before we get home. When we are seated and waiting to order, Jordan tells me he has some news.
“You remember my friend Tolu from medical school? Well him and his wife are buying a practice from a retiring doctor. It is a great location and a lucrative venture to boot. It is worth millions in accounts receivable and the deal they have with the doctor who is selling allows them to bring in a third partner for more capital. It is a lot of capital upfront but babe, I have seen the numbers. We would make it back and triple within the next five to ten years. I just had to let you in on the deal as soon as they told me. So what do you think?” His eyes are fixed on me and his smile is a mile wide as he waits for me to speak.
The longer I take to reply, the less confident he appears. Why does he always do this to us? He gets a crazy idea that could possibly jeopardize everything we have built and he wants me to put my entire nest egg behind it with no guarantees. We still have a daughter to take care of and a college fund to consider. Not to mention multiple mortgages and other expenses. Everytime he has a money-making venture, I am supposed to throw my weight (and my savings) behind it just because I am the only one whose money is not all tied up in his countless investments and enterprises.
We were in such a good place. Now he is gonna make me into the bad wife who does not support his dreams.
”You are making me nervous, babe. Say something,” he pleaded gently with a soft laugh.
”How much are we talking about?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even so I don’t betray any emotion, good or bad.
When Jordan mentions almost seven figures, I almost fall out of my chair. It is official. He has lost his mind! I am married to a crazy person.
“Where are we supposed to get that kind of cash, babe? Are you crazy?” The question bubbles out of me before I could reword it.
“Come on, babe! You are about to get a fat raise! If we go to your bank for a loan and use your savings as collateral, we can get them to lend us almost the whole thing! This practice is making money hand over fist and we have a chance to get in on the ground level. These kinds of opportunity are once in a lifetime. And the fact that they are approaching me with it now that your income is about to multiply exponentially is kismet! How can we say no? Please, honey! I wish you could see the opportunity I see here. This is the break we have been praying for. Please, let me do this for us, for our family, for Glory.”
I sigh audibly before I can contain it. I wish my husband would not do this to me. Everytime I make a decision to keep my money safe, he acts as if I am choosing the money over him. And that is not the case at all. If it was a matter of life and death or a necessity like housing or health, I would gladly spend my savings to help but all of his “big ideas” are always brimming over with risk. I cannot put what is supposed to be my daughter’s inheritance into the hands of some doctors he knows from a decade ago in school. What if they are complete frauds? What if someone embezzles from the business? What if they get slammed with another IRS bill and they cannot climb out from under it? I would loss everything and have to start over. Who knows if I can accumulate that kind of money again, especially now with all of our money tied up in these other ventures my husband is crazy about?
”Babe, you know I do not make decisions as quickly as you do. Please give me some time to think it over,” I finally responded.
”Babe, we have to strike while the iron is hot! Tolu has given me a week, two max to get back to him. If I don’t respond with a yes soon, he is going to exercise his other options,” Jordan pleads.
“Babe, I said I will think about it. Give me a few days. Let’s just enjoy our dinner and forget all this money talk for now,” I ask gently, caressing his hand on the table for good measure.
The warmth in his eyes lets me know he catches my drift. A mischievous smile play on his lips and I cannot stifle a giggle.
“Stop flirting with me, sir. I am a married woman,” I retort, doing my best to appear scandalized.
“What your man gotta do with me?” My husband replies with fire in his eyes.
I throw my head back and laugh at his antics. Gosh, I love this man.
Two weeks after our dinner, I am still bidding my time, avoiding the conversation because I know my husband would not like my answer. I really do not want to fight.
Thankfully, work sends me on a short trip to London. We have been conferencing with a new potential client based in England. He is booked solid for the next 6 months so if we wanted face time with him, we would have to meet him before he left town for his three-month stint in India. I happily volunteered and my bosses agreed that I was the best woman for the job. It was to be a quick trip. Four days for me to meet the client, tour his company and rub elbows with anyone he wants me to meet before he is comfortable entrusting us with his life’s work.
I am also taking an extra couple of days to rest and see the sights. I’ve earned it.
The trip goes off without a hitch. Three days into my London work-cation, I get an email from my bank asking me to look over the forms for the new line of credit that was secured in me and my husband’s name.
My heart hammers in my chest as I read the terms for our loan for $1.5 million dollars. The collateral named to secure the loan are a few of my husbands investment properties and my savings!
He didn’t! He wouldn’t! I would kill him!
Also attached is a copy of the financial power of attorney that my husband and I signed giving each other the ability to act on the others behalf in the case of incapacity, death or qualifying event.
How is my travel out of the country a qualifying event?
My heart is hammering. My ears are ringing. I might faint. If he actually did this to me, I am done. I am getting a divorce. Before he ruins my life with his get rich quick schemes, I will cut my losses and leave him.
I told you I did not trust him!
By the time I make it back into the country, Jordan knows he’s no longer on my good side. I move into the guest room to make it known that the cookie factory is closed. He has been trying to talk to me for weeks. Even suggesting we see a marriage counselor. So they can tell him to forgive him and to not let money ruin my marriage? Too late! Someone should have told my thieving husband that stealing is not the way into your wife’s good graces.
True to his word, the new clinic turns out to be a pretty good investment. Jordan is wrapping up the rest of his contractual obligations to the hospital and letting his patients know where to find him. The hope is to leave on great terms with the hospital so he can retain his privileges there. As the months go on, we are closer to the grand opening of the clinic and I do finally get my promotion. I am still excited to do this work and get this bread but some of the luster has worn off. Jordan and I are practically housemates. We have not had a real date night in weeks. Not that he did not try but everytime I sit across from him I remember what he stole from me. How do I trust my life with someone who would take from not just me but his daughter?
That money was as much Glory’s as it was mine.
I do my best to lose myself in my work and focus on Glory but I miss my husband. How could he do this to us? When I start waking up, my face wet from tears I must have cried in my dreams, I decide that it is past time to make a change. We cannot go on like this. We either need to mend what is broken or go our separate ways.
I say as much to Jordan when I hear him come through the doors this evening. When the word “divorce” comes out of my mouth, the coldness that glazes over Jordan’s eyes sends a chill up my spine.
I do not want a divorce.
I want him to fight for me.
I want him to understand how badly he rocked my world with those antics and never do it again.
Instead, Jordan stares at me evenly, his face absolutely void of emotion. When he walks around to my side of the table, it takes everything inside of me not to run. I do not know this stranger or what he is capable of. He reaches towards me, stopping just inches from my body. He bends sharply to get the office bag that is sitting on the floor by my knee. As he rummages through, I take a few quiet deep breathes to steady my pulse.
“Here!” Jordan pushes a piece of paper forecefully in my direction. “It’s post-dated but it’s good. That is from the clinics account. If you think I am that much of a thief, there is your money back. You can walk away a free woman now. Buy a house, go on a world-wide vacation, heck bury it in your new backyard for all I care. I did not realize money was such a slavemaster to you but you have it all back now. Do what you want. What I am going to do is STOP waiting around for a woman who has shown me over and over again that when it comes down to it, she will pick her money over her marriage, any day. I am done. If you want a divorce, you can have it,” Jordan almost spits the word ‘divorce’ at me as he pushes away from the table and out the front door.
My heart thunders in my ears. Was I really the one to blame? I look down at the check from “Glory Family Clinic” and my heart sinks.
Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
He even added interest.
Cashing this on the date noted would promptly restore my nest egg but it would be death of my marriage.
What do I do?
How do I get us back on the right track? Maybe counseling is not such a bad idea. I have to fix this.
I make an appointment with my hair stylist and aesthetician and schedule a full body wax. Then I call my gynecologist for an emergency appointment. Thankfully they can see me right away.
Two hours later, my birth control implant has been removed. My doctor said I might have some discomfort but I do not care.
It is time to save my marriage. If luck is on side, Glory is going to be a big sister by this time next year.
I pray this works!
When my husband returns home, I have moved back into our bedroom. I bought new sheets and had a large mirror installed by the headboard…for research purposes.
Mind your business.
I made his favorite dinner (lobster tail, roasted potatoes, seafood Mac and cheese – I added a salad because black people do not eat enough greenery. Do not quote me. Just saying).
I wore his favorite dress – the short, black and green sequins one that should come with a warning label. It caused quite the commotion at the hospital Christmas party last year. According to my husband, I can only wear it if he’s with me. He said he had to be there to beat the brakes off anybody who did not keep their eyes in their head.
I giggle at the memory. Magic dress don’t fail me now. This outfit screams “put a baby in me!” If this doesn’t get me pregnant, nothing will.
I spray on his favorite scent. Last season’s Burberry that never fails to make his head turn. Then I went downstairs to wait at the dinner table. Claire has put Glory to bed for us. As soon as he walks through that door, it’s showtime!
My heart skips a beat when I hear the garage open. He is home!
God, please let this be enough!
As soon as he walks in the door, I rise to meet him. “Welcome home, honey! Dinner is ready,” I motion to the table now behind me as I saunter up to my man to give him an eyeful. “Then we can have dessert,” I add with a wink.
The shock on his face is worth the scheming I have done today. Exhaustion turned to surprise turned to delight in my husband’s eyes within the blink of an eye and before I know it, he is beaming.
”Let me take a quick shower and I am all yours,” he replies with a chuckle, mischief dancing in his eyes.
Oh you have no idea, sir!
Three months later as our clinic officially held it’s grand opening, I am proudly sporting my newest accessory, my love bump!
We are pregnant! Glory is going to have a new brother! I thought I could not be any happier after my promotion but I was wring, this new reality is a such a deep and joyous one, I am afraid to close my eyes and realize it was all a dream. I did not want a second baby because I thought it would steal my career. That was fear talking and it was a complete lie. With two women in the C-suite of our company now, we have a new maternity leave policy. Six months paid leave and an additional six month option to work from home. All of the executives agreed to a pay cut to fund it and it has gotten us voted one of the best places to work in the country.
My fear of losing my nest egg was also unfounded. My husband is an unapologetic dream-chaser. But if I do not give him permission to fly, his dreams will never fully blossom. Once I threw my full weight behind our new clinic, I was able to offer him sound advice that protects our capital even as he invests. Because he trusts my advice and I trust his instincts (eventually), he tripled my initial investment for me and returned it to my private account. In turn, I took two-thirds out and gave it back to him to reinvest in the business. Life has been more than good to us. Glory is thriving and she is so excited to be a big sister. She talks to my belly everyday, telling her brother about her day at school and showing him her toys. She also warns him not to kick Mommy too hard and to play gently. She is a natural born protector already and the bond between my kids does my heart so much good.
Fear told me that my husband could not be trusted because he does not move through the world the same way I do. He is carefree where I am careful. He runs ahead when I want to wait and see. Instead of seeing our differences as our strength as a couple, I almost allowed the lies I believed to destroy my marriage.
We are still working through our differences. We get marital tune-ups every month from a licensed counselor. There are still times that I have to be the level-headed one in our home but now it is a joy rather than a hardship. To think I almost gave up my life for something as cheap as a quarter million dollars in savings.
What I have, right now with this man and our children, I cannot put a price on it. Money could never buy this kind of joy.
3 thoughts on “Incredulous”
This was such an enjoyable read! The idea of “my money in savings”, “your money in investments” made me cringe from the beginning, and I knew it wasn’t going to go well. Idk, maybe I’m a little too trusting of my husband, or maybe I haven’t experienced life enough. For now, it’s all “our money”, and we make our decisions together.
Thank you sis! I made that part glaring because I wanted to point out how mistaken that mindset is. Some people act like marriage is purely business and try to keep as much for themselves as possible instead of thinking of themselves as a unit. You can the see the other side of couples who act as a unit in the story “The Choice.” Love hearing your thoughts
Thanks! I just bookmarked that to read later.
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