The 50/50 Life

After we got married, we strictly split everything fifty-fifty.

We each paid half the water, electricity, and gas bills. Even the cost of birth control was shared.

Then I found out he was cheating on me.

On Valentine’s Day, he kissed his new lover. I quietly made a note: “One affair, expenses are on you.”

At his funeral, the lawyer announced the will: all his assets would go to “the person who truly loved him.”

I smiled and showed everyone the ledger of our shared expenses. “Don’t worry. Over the years, he paid me back half of every cent I spent.”

On the last page was his scrawled handwriting: “Love can’t be split fifty-fifty. Too bad you’ll never understand.”