I’ve been saving money for my dream car for years – what my husband did when I had the right amount made me pale.
I’ve been with Jake for ten years, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a Mini Cooper. Cute, zippy, stylish — it was my dream car. But Jake always brushed it off.“If you want it so bad,” he’d say, “save up and buy it yourself.”
At first, that sounded reasonable. He had his precious Audi A4, which he swore he needed for work. He never let me drive it — always calling me a “bad driver” and insisting the car was crucial for his “status.” Whatever.So, I did it. I cut corners everywhere — no vacations, no little splurges, not even the occasional latte. I gave up hobbies, clothes shopping, nights out. Every dollar I saved, I imagined going into the gleaming dashboard of my Mini Cooper.
Years passed, but finally — finally — I had the exact amount I needed. I was so proud I could burst. I imagined Jake would at least smile, maybe hug me, maybe even say, “Wow, you really did it.”But when I told him, his face went pale. He asked me to sit down.
“We need to talk,” he said.I thought maybe he was about to confess some debt or financial issue. But no. What came out of his mouth made my blood run cold.
“I already used that money,” he said flatly.
I blinked. “What?”
He sighed, as if I was being unreasonable. “I transferred it into my account last week. My Audi needs a major engine repair — it’s ten grand, at least. I didn’t want to stress you about it, so I just took the money.”I felt dizzy. “You took my savings? The money I spent years putting away for my car?”
He shrugged, completely calm. “Look, my car is essential. Yours would just be a toy. Be realistic. Mine helps me at work. Yours would just drain money. You’ll thank me later.”I went pale. I couldn’t even breathe for a second. He had looked me in the eyes, all those years, watched me scrimp and sacrifice — and still stole my dream like it meant nothing.
But what Jake didn’t realize is this: that day, he didn’t just kill my dream car. He killed my trust. And the worst part? He thought I’d just forgive him.He had no idea what was coming next.