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The night before our first family vacation, my husband came home with his leg in a cast. I wanted to cancel, but he insisted I take the kids anyway. Then a stranger called and told me to rush home because my husband was hiding something from me.
What I saw when I got home broke me.
Other families. The ones who didn’t sit at the kitchen table on Sunday nights with a calculator and a stack of bills, deciding which one could wait another week.
There was never “extra.”
There was only making it to next month.
So when my husband and I both got promoted that year, within weeks of each other, it felt unreal.
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