My Husband Asked Me to Pay $80 a Day to Use Our Car – the Next Day, Karma Stepped In

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“And I mean it.”

I believed him. Not because he said the words, but because I could see it in his face.

“Apology accepted.

We’ll deal with the insurance together. Like partners. Like we should’ve been doing all along.”

He nodded, relief and gratitude written all over him.

We spent the next three days on the phone with insurance companies, filing claims, and gathering statements.

It was tedious and frustrating, but we did it together. And I didn’t charge him a cent.

A week later, the claim was settled. Our rates went up, but not as much as they could have.

Daniel kept apologizing.

Not just for the car thing, but for everything it represented. For keeping score. For acting like our marriage was a ledger instead of a partnership.

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