Seven years after my wife died, I was still sending $300 every month to “clear her debt” because that’s what I’d been told. I skipped vacations, sold tools, and lived like a man paying for love long after death. Then the bank manager looked me in the eye and said, “Sir… there is no debt on this account.” My hands went cold. So where had my $25,200 really gone?
My wife passed away seven years ago, and for seven years I believed I was paying off her debt. Every month, without fail, I sent $300 to what I thought was the bank account connected to a loan she had taken before she died. I never questioned it. When someone you love dies, the last…
