Split Every Bill to Help the Intern

I logged into our Shared Family Expense Ledger. This month's expenses had been split down the middle by my husband once again. I transferred my half over and joked half-heartedly. "We've been married for years. Are you really worried I'm taking advantage of you?" Miles Thornton didn't answer. It wasn't until my mother died in a car crash that the truth hit. Facing 300,000 dollars in legal fees and funeral expenses, I turned to Miles for help, but sitting behind his desk, he didn't even lift an eyelid. "That's your family matter. I have no obligation to foot the bill for you." I clutched the exorbitant bills, my fingernails digging deep into my palms, and emphasized that I was only asking for a loan. An impatient glint flickered in his eyes. "If you need money, I can recommend a few lending platforms with reasonable interest rates. You know, all my cash is tied up in investments right now." His phone rang, and he stepped outside to take the call. While he was gone, an open file on his computer screen caught my eye. It read: [Susan Griffith's Rescue Fund. $126,000 to smooth things over with her clients. $50,000 for a custom designer gown for her to wear at a gala...] Susan was the underprivileged intern he had taken under his wing. Over our marriage, I had split 635 separate expenses with Miles, and every cent saved had gone straight into that fund. I did the math as well. If I wasn't the one he cared to help, then he had no right to be part of my future.