Right after I cleared my husband’s $300,000 debt, he admitted he had been unfaithful and told me to leave our home. His parents sided with the other woman, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I met his eyes and asked whether he had completely lost his mind and forgotten something crucial.
The day I finished paying off my husband’s $300,000 business loan should have been the brightest moment of our marriage, because for three long years I had lived like someone fighting to stay afloat rather than someone enjoying life. I took on nonstop consulting work, pushed through sleepless nights to complete reports, and even sold a small apartment my parents had left me so every cent could go toward rescuing his failing company.
