When Damien insisted that a family trip was too expensive, I trusted him — until a $3,000 luxury spa charge appeared on our bank statement. Determined to uncover the truth, I followed the trail. What I found destroyed my trust and flipped my world upside down.
I always believed trust was like a carefully tended garden. You nurture it, pull the weeds, and water it often, so it grows strong and full. For twelve years, that’s what I did for my marriage to Damien. I believed in him. I believed in us.
