Buck Around, Whine Out
It was the day before my wedding.
My mother suddenly demanded that I hand over my bank card and announced, "Erik still needs another 50,000 dollars for the house, Vicky. Why don't you help him cover the rest for now?"
I stared at her in disbelief. "Wait. Haven't I been helping pay that off for over eight years? How is there still 50,000 dollars left?"
My mother avoided my gaze. "Interest rates are high these days, Vicky."
I pulled up my banking app. I had been transferring 2000 dollars every month! How had that not made a dent in the debt?
Something definitely smelled fishy.
Ever since I graduated, my mother had told me I needed to help pay off the mortgage because, in her words, it ha