My husband was extremely “frugal.” Ever since we got married, he had deposited every last penny of his salary into his bank account and refused to spend a cent on our family, claiming that “money should only be spent where it matters.” So for all these years, every household expense came out of my paycheck. Then, when I urgently needed money and went to the bank to withdraw some, I discovered that his account balance was barely more than a single digit. When I confronted him, he got upset instead. “Don’t think I don’t know. I’ve already seen the medical report. Your dad has cancer, and you want to use my money to save that old man. Forget about it!” But he didn’t know that the one with cancer wasn’t my dad. It was him.
