AFTER MONTHS OF MY DAUGHTER “HELPING” WITH MY BILLS, HIDING MY BANK STATEMENTS, TAKING MY DEBIT CARD

notebook from the hall closet and placed it there. On the first page I wrote the date. Then the balances I knew. Then the bills I had paid that week myself. Gas. Electric. Pharmacy. Groceries. Ordinary things, written in my own hand.

It felt almost embarrassingly simple.

That was the point.

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