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

The registration was in his name, but I didn’t think much of it.

We were married.

We shared a life, a daughter, a home, a bed. Why wouldn’t we share a car?

I didn’t know that question would come back to haunt me.

A few weeks later, my mom called me from the hospital.

Her voice was thin, tired.

“The doctor says I can go home tomorrow,” she said.

“That’s great,” I said, relief flooding through me. “How are you feeling after the surgery?”

“Sore.

Slow. Ready to be out of here.”

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