The Fifty Fifty Lie

Your insurance card. Let me use it for the paperwork.
Derek was lying in the hospital bed, his face a sickly yellow.
I looked at him.
The total treatment is going to be around 0-020,000, he said. My coverage wont touch that.
What about your savings?
He was silent.
I smiled. A slow, cold thing.
Married for five years, living AA for five years.
He made $6,000 a month; I made $4,500.
Mortgage split fifty-fifty. Living expenses split fifty-fifty.
I thought it was called fairness.
Until today, when I learned the truth
He had saved $220,000.
I had saved $8,000.
1
Three days ago, Derek was diagnosed with lung cancer.
Mid-stage.
The doctor said we needed surgery immediately, followed by aggressive chemotherapy.
What are the likely costs? I asked.
Surgery and chemo, conservatively, between 0-000,000 and 0-020,000.
My mind went instantly blank. A loud, high-pitched ringing.
Derek squeezed my hand. Its okay, Ava. Well face this together.
I nodded.
When we got home, I started to crunch the numbers.
My savings: $8,300.
Credit card limit: $3,000.
Total: a little over 0-01,000.
A drop in the bucket.
I called my mother, Eleanor. Mom, Dereks sick. We might need to borrow some money.
She didnt hesitate. Your father and I have 0-02,000 in the emergency fund. Ill transfer it tomorrow.
My throat tightened.
That evening, Dereks mother, Lydia, called.
Ava, his mothers voice was anxious, How are you going to treat Dereks illness?
Surgery first, then chemo.
Do you have enough for the expenses?
Im working on it.
Lydia paused for a moment. Your father-in-law and I have $25,000 set aside. Its all yours.
A wave of warmth washed over me.
Thank you, Lydia.
After hanging up, I added it all up.
My parents 0-02,000, his parents $25,000, my 0-01,000.
$48,000.
Still short by at least $50,000.
I looked at Derek. How much do you have saved?
He hesitated. I Ill have to check my accounts.
Roughly?
Maybe thirty, forty thousand?
Forty thousand, plus the $48,000 we had. That was $88,000.
Still short by a third.
I sighed. Ill go to the bank tomorrow and see about a personal loan.
Derek didnt say a word.
The next day, I took time off work and rushed between three different banks.
The most I could get for a personal loan was $30,000, and the interest rate was brutal.
I bit down on my lip and signed the documents.
Back at the hospital, Derek was on the phone.
I know, but nows not the time Just leave it there. Dont touch it
He quickly ended the call when he saw me walk in.
Who was that?
A colleague, he said. Asking about the diagnosis.
I didnt think much of it.
That evening, I told him about the loan.
$30,000. Thirty-six months to pay it back. Its going to be 0-0,000 a month.
Derek frowned. The interest is that high?
We dont have a choice. This is life or death.
He nodded. Thank you, Ava. I know this is hard.
I took his hand. Were husband and wife.
He looked at me, his eyes reddening.
In that moment, I felt that our five years of AA, of splitting every bill, had been worth it.
At least in a crisis, we were in this fight together.
But I didnt know the real ledgerthe one I hadnt seen yet.
2
The surgery was scheduled for three days later.
We needed a $30,000 deposit before they would start the procedure.
I transferred the entire $30,000 from the new loan.
Once the payment went through, I felt a slight easing of the pressure.
Around noon, I went home to grab a change of clothes.
Dereks phone was sitting on the nightstand.
The screen lit up.
A text notification from an account simply labeled M.
The message read: $220,000. Confirmed receipt.
I froze.
$220,000?
What was $220,000?
I picked up the phone, my thumb hovering over the screen.
It was locked.
I tried his birthday.
Wrong.
I tried our wedding anniversary.
Wrong.
I tried his mothers birthday.
It opened.
I tapped the message thread with M.
The more I read, the more my hands shook.
Derek, your brokerage account is killing it. Almost double in five years.
Not bad. Started with 0-020k. Now its $220k.
Does Ava know?
No. Were AA, separate accounts, separate lives. I keep my earnings to myself.
Smart man. Thats real economic independence.
Haha. The key is I know how to invest. With her salary, she cant save much anyway.
I scrolled up.
Older messages.
Every month I get my $6,000 paycheck. I send $700 to my mom, put $3,000 into my investment account, and keep $2,300 for myself. Its perfect.
What about the mortgage?
AA, right? She pays half, I pay half. 0-0,200 each.
And living expenses?
Also AA. $600 each.
So how much does your wife save a month?
She makes $4,500. 0-0,200 for the mortgage, $600 for living, $400 for her parents. She spends maybe $800 to 0-0,000 on herself. She probably saves 0-0,300 to 0-0,500.
So you save $3,700 a month, and she saves 0-0,500?
Roughly. But she doesnt invest, so her money just sits in the bank, earning nothing.
Youre a piece of work, man.
I put the phone down.
My hands were trembling.
Five years.
He saved $3,700 a month. I saved 0-0,500 a month.
He saved $220,000.
I saved $8,000.
All because he was a savvy investor.
And where did my money actually go?
I pulled out my own phone and opened my banking app, checking the spending log.
Mortgage: 0-0,200. Check.
Living expenses: I realized I paid far more than my $600 share.
Groceries, utilities, cleaning supplies, paper towelsI bought all of it.
The holiday gifts for his parents, the nice shirts and shoes I bought him.
The joint account $600 only covered basic produce.
Everything else was my personal expense.
At least $800 more a month out of my pocket.
Plus the $400 for my parents, the travel expenses, and gifts for family gatherings.
If I was lucky, I was saving $600 to $800 a month.
Five years. I saved $8,000.
He saved $220,000.
That was his definition of fairness.
That was AA.
I sat on the edge of the bed and laughed out loud.
I laughed until the tears started to fall.

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