On the day we broke up, I drank until dawn at a barbecue joint.
We dated for five years and lived together for five years. No wedding, no wedding ring, not even a marriage certificate.
She walked away without looking back, off to find a man who could satisfy the desires I couldn't.
I thought my life had come to a rotten end.
Then I checked my bank balance.
--
This is a story about getting rich.
Just not the way you think.
I got a new phone, a new number, a new life. Bought a guitar, learned golf, and moved into an apartment overlooking the river.
Spending money feels great. It really does.
But what comes after the thrill?
Money can buy freedom, respect, and anything you want--
Except one thing:
**The confidence that comes from making it on your own.**
So, on day forty-one, I decided to do something ten thousand times harder than spending money.
It's bland and can be seen at a glance
Good looking and real
If you can't write the first person, don't write it. It's a mess.