We;d just turned fifty. My husband’s business was successful. So much so, that our accountant advised us to sell our current house and buy a new one so we could deduct more interest on our taxes. It was our dream house. We celebrated our 25th anniversary, planned our oldest daughter’s wedding, watched with tears as she left the nest and were concerned with our then 21 year son moving out too. Our youngest was graduating from high school and soon would leave home too.
We were living in a house that we’d soon be rattling around in by ourselves. We still held the mortgage on our old house, which didn’t sell for a year. Making two house payments wasn’t a problem at the time, but then the bottom fell out.
Paul’s company had to close its doors because of a failing economy. We were forced into bankruptcy as the bank called in the business…
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