Our Mortgage, Her Home

My husband wouldn't let me see the apartment we bought for our marriage.

He said the construction had stalled and it would just upset me.

For three years, every time I brought it up, his face clouded with worry.

We'd moved to a neighboring city with higher-paying jobs to keep up with the mortgage, renting a place while working ourselves to the bone.

Then last week, I passed through our hometown on a business trip and happened to swing by that development.

What I saw wasn't an abandoned construction site at all—it was a lush, upscale community lined with trees.