My savings disappeared.
Bills piled up.
And the life I’d imagined with Whitney slowly became a constant source of tension.
One evening, after another argument about finances, she began packing.
I stared at the suitcase on our bed.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving, Ross.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Because the business is struggling?”
She looked exhausted.
“Because you refuse to talk to me honestly.”
“You knew starting a business was risky!”
“Yes,” she replied. “But I didn’t agree to spend every day arguing because you won’t admit when something goes wrong.”
I tried to convince her to stay.
She wouldn’t.
Within days, she was gone.
The business closed soon afterward.
And suddenly, the exciting new life I’d sacrificed my marriage for had disappeared.
I was alone.
Nearly broke.
And drowning in debt.
When my landlord informed me that I couldn’t renew my lease under the circumstances, I realized I had nowhere to go.
