The Freedom Fund: A Wife’s Secret Savings, A Marriage’s Public Collapse

I’m the “spender.”

“Honey, be careful at the store this week,” he tells me, handing over the credit card with that pitying look. “Money is tight.”

I nod, looking guilty. “I know, Mike. Everything is just so expensive.”

Inside, I’m not guilty. I’m calculating.

It started after our second son was born. I looked in the mirror one morning and didn’t see myself continue reading …