I Discarded My Decade-Old Love for My Remaining Life

My husband, Tristram Dickerson, made fifty thousand a month, and he handed over every cent of it. Even so, we never had enough. His mother's heart medication cost twenty thousand a month. His father's leg rehabilitation cost another fifteen thousand. Then our daughter was diagnosed with leukemia and admitted to the hospital, and I couldn't scrape together even the hundred thousand for her surgery. Everyone was sure I'd squandered the money, and they all took Tristram's side. After that, he lost his mind.