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

less income.

Less income meant more control.

More control meant Mike tightening the leash even harder.

He noticed my expression and frowned.

“Hey,” he said, “don’t panic. That’s why I’m doing the budget thing. So we’re ready.”

Ready.

We.

My throat burned.

Because I wasn’t ready for “we.”

I was ready for me.

Mike watched me too closely.

“You okay?” he asked.

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