My Husband Planned a Cancun Trip With His Mom and Sister — On My Money — and Sent Me to Dig Potatoes. Then His Cards Stopped Working
Somewhere nice.”
“The three of us could go away for a week,” Chloe said, not looking up from her phone.
“Just us.
Like a real family.
No kids, no errands, no someone constantly counting every single dollar.”
I knew precisely who that last barb was aimed at, and I let it land without flinching, because I had learned that flinching only encouraged them.