The smell of antiseptic still clung to my scrubs when I walked into our apartment to find Nathan and his parents waiting like vultures. “We’re buying a house with your savings,” my mother-in-law declared without preamble. My husband nodded eagerly. “And my motorcycle!”
For three years, I’d worked double shifts while Nathan spent every dime. Now they wanted to loot my life’s savings? That night, I transferred every cent to a new account and consulted a divorce attorney.
When I served Nathan the papers, his face turned purple with rage. “You’ll regret this!” he spat. But as I drove away from our apartment for the last time, the only thing I regretted was not leaving sooner. Some lessons are expensive – but freedom is priceless.
