None of that mattered.
Our love was enough.
We vowed to love each other forever.
We got married.
A baby followed.
I thought our life together was so happy.
I thought we could make our marriage last.
I thought…
I thought it was enough.
Turns out, you can’t live on love.
You can’t eat love.
Breathe love.
Live under a roof made of love.
You need money.
We tried to make more of ourselves. I went to a community college.
It wasn’t enough.
She worked three jobs.
It wasn’t enough.
Our baby deserved more.
We deserved more.
So we started hunting for a way out.
Hunting.
Hunting.
Hunting…
Until finally, we found a way out.
We had more money than we could have ever imagined.
More money than the suits who used to look down on us as we cleaned their homes.
More money than the executives who those suits reported to.
More money than the queen of England.
We thought we had it all. We thought we knew what came next.