After landing a job at my friend’s startup, I found myself constantly on the road, assisting clients with various home repairs. Known as the “handyman,” my earnings were modest, and so were my meals at home.
Two years ago, my husband and I made a rather impulsive decision that might have been a huge mistake. We’re still grappling with the consequences. At that time, my husband George received a promotion, and I, following my gut, suggested we take out a mortgage. For years, even before our two children were born, with our eldest Avery recently turning 15, we had been renting. But then
“Don’t expect any help from us, make your own way!” – those were the words of my mother-in-law, who owns two properties. She lives in one with her husband, while the other is rented out. That was our reality when we got married. Young and somewhat naive, we hoped for some assistance with housing. But life has its twists. The stance of my husband’s parents was clear. Since we decided to
