The Day I Came Home With Champagne
The day I finished paying off my husband’s $300,000 business loan should have been the best day of our marriage. I remember the exact moment the bank confirmation came through. I was sitting in my car in the parking garage beneath my office building, laptop open on the passenger seat, watching the numbers finalize on the screen.
Three years of work — three years of extra consulting projects taken on weekends, of staying up past midnight finishing reports, of selling the small apartment my parents had left me and watching that money disappear into someone else’s debt — and then suddenly, in the space of a single transaction, it was done. I sat there for a moment with my hands in my lap, not quite believing it. Then I went and bought the best bottle of champagne I could find in the wine shop on the ground floor of my office building, put it in the passenger seat, and drove home.
I had been thinking about this moment for three years. I had constructed it in my mind during late nights at my desk, during long commutes, during the weekends I spent working while Daniel attended social events without me because I couldn’t afford the time. We would open the champagne.
We would sit together and talk about what came next — the vacation we had been postponing, the renovation of the kitchen we had discussed and then shelved when the debt took priority, the children we had said we would think about once things were more stable. Once this debt is gone, Daniel used to say, we’ll finally start living. I believed him.
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