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When my husband told me I had to pay $80 a day to use our car, I walked out instead of fighting. When I came home the next day, I was ready to explode. But I didn’t have to because karma had beaten me home and taught him a priceless lesson.
The day we brought our car home, Daniel tossed me the keys and said, “Go ahead.
“For real?” I asked. “Right now?”
He laughed.
But to me?
It felt like freedom.
You have to understand something. For years, everything I did had been planned around bus schedules, ride requests, and favors.
Grocery shopping meant juggling bags and a stroller, and daycare pickup meant leaving work early so I wouldn’t be late if a bus didn’t show.
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