My parents said, “We’re doing a small Christmas — just close family.” The next morning, I saw photos: 38 people. Even my ex was there.

Mason’s phone: eighty-four dollars monthly for sixteen months. Streaming services. Grocery deliveries after Dad’s surgery. Loan for the water heater that was never repaid.”

My voice trembled slightly, but I continued.

“That totals four thousand nine hundred twelve dollars. And that doesn’t even include the wedding deposits I lost after Ryan cheated—costs continue reading …