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My husband insisted that tightening our finances was necessary. But the money kept vanishing. He dictated every dollar I spent, scrutinized each grocery run, and shut me down whenever I asked questions. I thought I knew the secret he was keeping—until I followed him. What I uncovered wasn’t infidelity, but it shattered me all the same.
If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be hunched in the backseat of a cab, gripping my final emergency $120 while watching my husband enter a building I’d never laid eyes on before, I would’ve laughed in disbelief.
But I should start with the truth. The part I didn’t even tell my closest friends, because once spoken, it became real.
The first warning sign was yogurt.