My husband and I had been married for almost fifteen years when I noticed the recurring charge.
It wasn’t much.\
Just $87 a month.
But it had been appearing for years.
One evening, I was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through bills while Mark stood by the sink scrolling through his phone.
Mark?” I asked. “What’s Silver Ridge Storage?”
His thumb stopped.
“What?”
“This charge. Eighty-seven dollars.”
He barely glanced up.
“Oh, that’s an old storage unit. It’s empty. I’ve just been meaning to cancel it.”
That should have been enough.
Instead, something about his answer bothered me.
Because if the unit was truly empty, why had he kept paying for it for fourteen years?
“Fourteen years?” I asked.
Mark finally looked at me.“Lena, it’s nothing.”
“You’ve been paying almost $90 a month for nothing?”
“I said I forgot.”
“You don’t forget anything.”
He sighed.
“Can we not do this tonight?”
