My husband accidentally added me to a group chat called “Saturday Fishing.”
I thought it was cute and sent a thumbs up.
Nobody replied.
Then one of his friends wrote:
“Wait, why is his wife in here?”
My husband removed me within seconds.
A minute later, he texted me privately.
“Sorry, wrong chat.”
I replied,
“What were you all planning?”
He said,
“Just fishing gear.”
I didn’t believe him.
Later that night, a message came in from an unknown number.
It was a screenshot of the group chat.
Someone had written:
“Does she know about the storage unit yet?”
My husband had answered:
“Not yet. I’ll deal with it.”
I showed him the screenshot at the kitchen table.
He laughed and said it was a joke about a birthday surprise.
But I had already checked our bank statements.
There was a $400 charge every month for the past year.
Storage unit rent, paid from our joint account.
I looked at the screenshot again.
Then I noticed something small.
The message had been sent three weeks ago.
And the phone number of the person who asked the question was saved in my contacts.
It was my sister.
A request: If you are able to get your own groceries, could you skip the grocery delivery right now? Some disabled folks rely on it, and the sudden surge in demand is leaving them without food.
Also, please retweet. The effort will only make a difference if enough people do it.
NBC pays me to express my opinion. And it was my opinion that Nick Foles would play well because his Christian faith would allow him to to play with confidence. And that he’s a good QB. I think I was right on both counts. https://t.co/4HOfXt78UZ