I told you last week I'd tell you what going along with it actually cost me. I've been sitting with how to say this for days.

Here's where I'll start. It was my house before he was ever part of my life.

I bought it years before I ever knew his name. I had a mortgage on it, the way most people do. I made the payments myself, every month, long before he came into the picture. It wasn't paid off. But it was mine to carry, mine to decide about, mine in every way that mattered.

Eddie convinced me to sell it.

Not all at once. A conversation here. A comment there about how much sense it made. His house was already paid off, smaller, easier. He told me I couldn't afford what the repairs would cost. That keeping the place up would ruin me financially. It made sense while he was talking. It only stopped making sense afterward, when there was nothing left to point to.

The money from that sale didn't go into something new that was mine. It got folded into accounts I didn't really have my hands on anymore. I told myself that was just what you did when you built a life with someone. I didn't ask enough questions about where all of it actually went.

Then came the annuities.

Those weren't inherited or married into. Those were mine too, built across years of climbing into positions I'd worked hard for, putting something away every time I got a raise. That part wasn't an account. That part was proof of who I'd made myself into.

He convinced me to cash those out early too.

I didn't understand then that pulling money out before it's supposed to come out has its own price, separate from what you're already losing. The government takes its cut for leaving early, like walking out a door that isn't supposed to open yet. I paid that too. Both moves landed close enough together that they showed up on one single tax return. One year. That's how fast it moved once it started moving.

There was a small pension too, from five years at a job before any of this began. It went the same way everything else did. Folded in. Absorbed. Gone.

I'm not going to give you the number. It doesn't matter as much as I once thought it would. What matters is this: it wasn't one bad decision. It was several. The house. The pension. The annuities. All of it moved through the same accounts and disappeared the same way, along with the years of showing up and earning it in the first place.

I keep coming back to the same question. Not how did I let this happen. I know how. He made it feel reasonable, one piece at a time, and I trusted the person doing the convincing more than I trusted the years of evidence I already had that I knew how to build something on my own.

I used to think I was still looking for why. I'm not, not really. Money is power. Taking mine wasn't separate from having power over me. It was the same act, done twice at once.

I've also learned since then that this wasn't new, and it wasn't just me. That's a harder thing to sit with than my own loss on its own — knowing it was never really personal, even though it felt like the most personal thing in the world while it was happening to me.

Jaycee isn't curled up next to me the way she usually is while I write. I have my indoor camera pulled up instead. Right now she's asleep in her little bed, snuggled in against the cold room, completely unbothered by any of this. I keep glancing over at that small screen more than I probably need to. There's something steadying about watching her rest so easily, safe and warm, without me even being in the room. Maybe that's its own kind of lesson. Some things stay safe not because you're gripping them, but because you built them a good enough place to rest.

Until next Sunday,

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Jane and Jaycee, of course

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