After months of saving, I was finally ready to visit my late father’s grave in Europe. But I never expected my husband, Ethan, to try to sabotage my plans.
I’d tucked away over $5,000 from my nursing salary, money meant for my trip. Ethan knew how important it was to me—or so I thought. One afternoon, I came home early and saw him sneaking cash from my closet. He claimed he was at work, but I followed him and discovered the truth: he’d blown my savings on an inflatable boat and expensive fishing gear.
When I confronted him, he lied, suggesting I delay my trip. That was the final straw. The next morning, I returned every item to the store, pocketed an extra $2,000 from his old gear, packed my suitcase, and left without a word.
Standing at my father’s grave, I finally said goodbye—and felt a freedom I hadn’t known in years.
