I used to joke that my husband Nathan and I were opposites – I saved, he spent. Until the day his parents arrived to claim my hard-earned money for their new house. “It’s only fair,” Nathan insisted. “After all, what’s yours is mine.”
That phrase finally clicked. For years, I’d believed “for better or worse” meant mutual support. Turns out, Nathan interpreted it as unlimited access to my paycheck. The next morning, I withdrew every penny from our joint account.
The look on their faces when they realized the money was gone? Priceless. The divorce papers I served with my moving boxes? Even better. Walking away from users disguised as family? The best investment I ever made.
