Her Name on the Deed
When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side.
We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts.
He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home.
Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. 
"This is what I owe her," he confessed.
Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices.  
"You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"