Bankrolling My Ex’s Wedding
Language: en
I was scrolling through my bank app, digging into the archives of my transaction history, when I found a transfer from three years ago. Recipient: Becca Jackson. Amount: $46,800. Memo: The last of the tuition. Go get ’em, babe. I stared at those words for a long time. That money represented three years of my life. Three years of working three jobs, sleeping four hours a night, and skipping meals so she didn’t have to take out a single student loan. Today, her wedding invitation arrived in the mail. The groom is my best friend.