My husband told me his business was struggling, so I agreed to cover our household expenses for three months.
Then my bank called about a $14,800 purchase at a jewelry store.
I hadn't bought anything.
When I confronted him, he admitted he'd given his mistress my supplementary credit card because she'd been “going through a difficult time.”
I asked him one question.
“Did you tell her whose money she was spending?”
If you were in your school's gifted and talented program in the 90s, how's it going with your ADHD/Autism, perfectionism-turned-burnout, and high-functioning anxiety?
Bonus points if you're an eldest daughter and on a spiritual journey.
Our waiter last night was an older man. His name tag said wesley, and he was 68.
He didn't just take our order. He made our night.
He remembered my daughter is allergic to onions without writing it down. He brought crayons for the toddler at the next table without anyone asking. He called my husband "Captain" and me "Sunshine."
When he brought the check, he had drawn a little smiley face on it. And wrote: "Thanks for letting me serve you today...
When you find someone who shares the same values as you, you'll never have to explain what respect and loyalty actually mean, because they just get it, and that is a rare kind of peace.
Two jars can carry the same strain name and deliver completely different experiences. At this point, should we trust the name on the label, the grower behind it, or the actual flower in front of us?