In the aftermath of my divorce, a lot of women asked me how I'd done it, and at this party, flushed from wine myself, I told her honestly that I was broke. But, I added, I was happy.
He'd mapped out my husband's annual salary for his new job as an engineer in Excel, walking us through how much we could spend.
Debt was shameful; you could tell by the way my husband and his father looked at each other. We'd use every penny of my job (and I was still unemployed) to pay it down and live entirely off my husband's income until it was gone.
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