When I met my husband in 2006, he was living alone and I was a single parent of 3 (I have four children, the oldest was grown and gone). He told me he was divorced and had two children. We dated for a year and a half before we got married. The kids liked him, he liked them, it was all good.
It was a lie full of omissions and half truths.
There is way more to the story than this, but here's the short version.
He called me at work one day to tell me he was being arrested for child support. From there I discovered: he has five children, not two. He was $32K in arrears. Because he had been in prison. And then homeless. He didn't have a valid drivers license (he had given me another reason why he couldn't drive). I am still not completely sure how many times he has been to prison and what for.
So now here we are. In between then and now, I lost my job and he was in a car accident that left him with a neck and brain injury. I found another job finally, making half what I did before. He got a new job making a lot more. We should be able to save plus get all our debts paid off.
But he is on the controlling side and he won't do it. The fact that he is funny and charming and his bosses absolutely adore him is negated by the fact that I feel like I have no say in anything. Which isn't entirely true but when I try to stand up for what I want it ends up in a huge fight.
I don't know what I am going to do. I come here because even though my life isn't in any way DR approved, it makes me feel happy to know there are people out there who are getting out of debt.
I am beyond sad. But I decided today that to the best of my ability, I am going to be gazelle intense. I need to do something that falls in line with MY beliefs.
If you've read this far, thank you.