Tin House
When we realize we are broke, really and truly broke, we band together, my wife and I. Not immediately, of course. We have a good row at each other, first off, and rave about the little money we did have or thought we had—what had happened to it, etc.—which was never as much as my wife thought it was, or, rather, as I had led my wife to think it was.
Furthermore, and here is a problem, my wife doesn’t know the extent of how bad it is. She knows about the year that we have spent avoiding our electric bill, and she knows about the cable being shut off, as, clearly, the cable has been shut off. She knows about these things but does not know about the rent check, which will not clear, or about the unpaid school tuition, our daughter’s and our son’s, and I’m hoping against hope that something will shift, that our situation will change in enough time that she won’t need to know, which is a dumb wish, dumb and dangerous, but it’s not yet the dumbest thing I’ve done and so I keep waiting for everything to fall apart or to settle back into place, certain only that any minute now one or the other will happen.

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When we realize we are broke, really and truly broke, we band together, my wife and I. Not immediately, of course. We have a good row at each other, first off, and rave about the little money we did have or thought we had—what had happened to it, etc.—which was never as much as my wife thought it was, or, rather, as I had led my wife to think it was.

Furthermore, and here is a problem, my wife doesn’t know the extent of how bad it is. She knows about the year that we have spent avoiding our electric bill, and she knows about the cable being shut off, as, clearly, the cable has been shut off. She knows about these things but does not know about the rent check, which will not clear, or about the unpaid school tuition, our daughter’s and our son’s, and I’m hoping against hope that something will shift, that our situation will change in enough time that she won’t need to know, which is a dumb wish, dumb and dangerous, but it’s not yet the dumbest thing I’ve done and so I keep waiting for everything to fall apart or to settle back into place, certain only that any minute now one or the other will happen.

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