Truth is like childbirth – necessary but excruciating.
I really didn’t know what to say when I learned about it. If she regarded me as a spouse, then I must have been an ass to believe her.
How could she hide this from me? How long did she think she could hide? Four days? Four weeks? Forever? It hurt too much. It really did. Four years of marriage wasn’t worth the effort?
You see, she surrendered all her policies without telling me her difficulty in financing the premiums. She could have told me, right? I could have helped a bit, right?
She fainted at work and was taken to the hospital. When I reached there, the doctor had diagnosed breast cancer – the late stage. And that was when her ex-agent met me and told me about her surrender – the truth. I was somewhat devastated, somewhat bitter.
For the next six months, we laboured on with my personal savings. Her treatment exhausted almost my entire coffers – all $200000. She apologised to me three times during this period and each time I had nothing to utter.
14 hours after the third time she apologised, she lost the battle and passed on. She left me with nothing.
Well, not quite. She left me nothing.
And a great lesson.