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Speed Bumps, Late Fees, and the Art of Chilling the F*ck Out
I missed a bill.
I had the money. It was in the calendar — every device, every platform, no excuse. And I still missed it and had to pay the late fee and I lost my shit about it while my wife quietly got dressed and went for her walk.
This one is about what happened between the moment she left and the moment she came back.
I've spent decades living on the financial edge with Sharon. Paycheck to paycheck, the kind of edge where an unexpected bill doesn't just cost you money — it activates something old and ugly that has nothing to do with the actual dollar amount. I know this about myself. And…
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