Gone For The Next Three Years
Language: en
Margo told me I was crazy to sink my savings into a sprawling mid-century modern for a wedding gift to ourselves. She hummed and hawed about interest rates and the volatile market, begging me to wait. But I couldn't wait. I was turning thirty. In my head, signing the deed was the only way to anchor the drifting ship of my relationship before we could finally say "I do." The day I wired the earnest money, I sat in our living room, the purchase agreement in hand, vibrating with excitement. I was waiting for Gary to come home so I could drop the surprise. When he walked in, he didn't smile.…