He only gave me enough money to pay bills, and he knew how much each of them cost. Whenever anything more was needed in our home, he made me use his debit card. In a full year, I’d only been able to save four hundred dollars and that was not from his pockets. It was from birthday gifts that I’d returned and small amounts of cash that fell from birthday cards for the girls’ birthdays. Technically, not even that money was mine. It was theirs.
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