Back in the spring of 2010 I mentioned in a post that I'd had my heart broken a little the previous weekend. I never went into what caused it.
Saying I was heart broken was a little misleading...and yet at the same time it wasn't. The issue was money. Money and debt. And secrets. In 2010 my wife wrote a $5,000 check without telling me. I thought the bank made a mistake. It took a lot of effort, but my wife finally admitted she wrote the check to pay off a credit card bill. I had no idea she was $5,000 in debt. But it was good to have it gone. Except it wasn't gone.
In the spring of 2014 I accidentally opened a piece of mail that I honestly thought was addressed to me. It wasn't. I opened what I thought was my credit card bill and didn't understand what I was seeing. That's because it wasn't mine. It was from the same company, but it was my wife's bill. She owed $20,000. I was stunned. We talked about it, paid it off. She promised there was no other debt, no more secrets.
Today I found out I'm broke. Well, we have the house (and mortgage) and retirement accounts. But we have no cash. Well, we HAVE cash, it's just that my wife owes more than we have--almost four times more than what I'd already paid off for her.
I thought we were a team. I thought we were on the same page. I thought we were working to provide for our son's retirement (I know that sounds weird, but he has a serious case of Asperger's Syndrome and his earning potential is very limited). But it turns out we've saved nothing.
It's all been for nothing. Today I feel completely crushed.
PS - On the bright side, no one will see this post, but at least I got to vent.
