Scary Stories: Continued

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I was never a rich man. My mother worked at a nail salon and my father was a baker. I came from humble roots, and I too struggle to make ends meet with my blue collar job just as my parents did. So you can imagine my surprise when a wealthy high society girl agreed to go out with me after one of my friends dared me to get her number at a bar. Our pairing shocked everyone, most of all her parents. But we were young and in love, and she defiantly turned her back on her family fortune to be with me.

As you can see, we started as all couples did. Honeymoon phase, giving into comfort stage, and fast forward to today. We're constantly arguing, I can tell the novelty of being with me is slowly wearing off. "I just want to go eat at a nice place, is that so much to ask? Why do you have to be so cheap!" "Lucy's husband just got her a new Chanel bag for Christmas, I wish someone loved me as much as her husband loves her." And on and on it goes. I spent every penny of my savings on her wedding ring alone. I had to pull extra shifts weekly just to make sure she had enough money to shop with. It was never enough.

I didn't wanna give up on us yet. I knew she always loved to travel. I want her to be happy again, like when we first went out and money wasn't such a big issue. So you can imagine how absolutely glowing she was when I flashed her the resort hotel reservation at Cancun. "Oh my god baby! You remembered! I'm gonna go pack right away!"

And just like that, we were good again. No more arguing, no more pettiness. I quickly packed and threw our stuff in the trunk. I held her hand, her head leaning on my arm. Things were exactly where they should be. On the car ride there, I whispered to her, "I hope traveling will make us whole again. I'm sorry the rest of you couldn't fit in this tiny ass car. It was all I could afford."