A Husband Laughed When His Wife Used Her Inheritance to Buy a Run-Down House, Calling It the Worst Decision She\u2019d Ever Made \u2013 Three Days Later, He Went There Alone and Called Her, \u2018Get in the Car. You Need to See This\u2019<\/p>\n
I used my inheritance to buy back Grandma\u2019s old house. My husband laughed and refused to help. But three days later, I found him there with a stranger and part of a wall torn open. \u201cYou need to see what we found,\u201d he said. I had no idea what he\u2019d done behind my back.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her,\u201d my husband said. \u201cGo on. Tell her what it\u2019s worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood in my grandmother\u2019s storage room. The plywood was ripped off the wall, and a stranger with a folder was smiling at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat on earth is going on here?!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
To explain how I ended up there, I need to go back three days.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her what it\u2019s worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
At breakfast, I told Declan I\u2019d bought my grandmother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, congratulations, Layla. You\u2019ve officially found the dumbest way to waste money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t even asked what I paid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need to. I\u2019ve seen the place. Peeling paint, broken windows, weeds up to the mailbox.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what it looks like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve officially found the dumbest way to waste money.\u201d<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
That was Declan. He could spend thousands on his Mustang without blinking, but if I bought something for myself, he suddenly became a financial advisor.<\/p>\n
Last Christmas, he complained that the coffee maker I\u2019d bought was too expensive. Two days later, he ordered a new set of tools for his garage.<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t you just buy tools?\u201d I\u2019d asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot these.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was Declan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already have three toolboxes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you already had a coffee maker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine was broken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours still made coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apparently, something only needed replacing when it belonged to him.<\/p>\n
Even grocery shopping turned into an interrogation.<\/p>\n
Even grocery shopping turned into an interrogation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are we buying name-brand cereal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Owen likes it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll survive with the cheaper one.\u201d<\/p>\n
But when Declan wanted premium parts for his Mustang, suddenly quality mattered.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d learned to live with his double standards. What I hadn\u2019t expected was for him to treat my grandmother\u2019s house the same way.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d learned to live with his double standards.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
\u201cThe roof is ancient. The kitchen is from the seventies. Do you have any idea what repairs will cost?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I talked to two contractors. I have a plan. I\u2019ll do it slowly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine. I\u2019m not asking you to pay for anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the worst decision you\u2019ve ever made.\u201d He grabbed his keys. \u201cDon\u2019t come crying to me when you realize it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s attitude stung, but I said nothing. That was a mistake, because things only got worse from there.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeclan, can you at least let me explain why I bought it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the worst decision you\u2019ve ever made.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already did. You miss your grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what? Are you planning to move us into that place?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I want somewhere we can spend weekends. Somewhere Owen can play outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I want you to sell this shack.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left before I could answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I want you to sell this shack.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleven years of marriage, and that was my reward.<\/p>\n
I spent every childhood summer in Grandma Rose\u2019s house. She taught me to bake apple pie. We sat on her porch for hours, and when it rained, we read under one blanket.<\/p>\n
When she died, she left the house to her son, my uncle Frank. He sold it a month after the funeral.<\/p>\n
I was nineteen and broke. I cried for weeks.<\/p>\n
The new owners lived there for years. Last spring, they listed it.<\/p>\n
I cried for weeks.<\/p>\n
Grandma Rose had left me some money, which I\u2019d invested instead of spending.<\/p>\n
Over the years, it had grown enough that I could finally afford to buy her house back.<\/p>\n
For two days, Declan wouldn\u2019t drop it.<\/p>\n
I said I wanted to rebuild the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know what lumber costs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got an estimate.\u201d<\/p>\n
I spent every childhood summer in Grandma Rose\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do. And what happens when the estimate doubles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I wait until I can afford it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I mentioned the kitchen. He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe fix the roof before you start dreaming about curtains.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe roof is first on my list.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you talking about the kitchen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what happens when the estimate doubles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019m allowed to think about more than one room, Declan.\u201d<\/p>\n
At dinner, our son Owen looked up from his plate. He\u2019s ten and lives for comic books.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, can I have a room at Grandma Rose\u2019s house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, honey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould we put shelves on the walls? Like the comic shop?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll see what fits.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf your mom doesn\u2019t blow every penny fixing that dump,\u201d Declan said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeclan. Not in front of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen put down his fork.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not a dump, Dad. Mom says Grandma Rose loved that house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLoving something doesn\u2019t make it worth the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you sell your Mustang if someone said it wasn\u2019t worth fixing?\u201d Owen asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cLoving something doesn\u2019t make it worth the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know what I\u2019m doing with that car.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my fork down.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I know what I\u2019m doing with the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf your mom doesn\u2019t blow every penny fixing that dump.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan said nothing, but Owen had already lost his appetite.<\/p>\n
On the third day, I\u2019d had enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis weekend I\u2019m starting to clean the house. With your help or without it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Don\u2019t expect me to get involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
That afternoon, my phone rang. Declan. His voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t expect me to get involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLayla, I\u2019m at your grandma\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe he\u2019d come around. Maybe he wanted to surprise me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something. I don\u2019t even know what to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped. Water damage? Mold?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maybe he wanted to surprise me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust get here. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hung up.<\/p>\n
I drove too fast. He was waiting at the front door, pale and quiet.<\/p>\n
Declan is never quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked as I got out.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He led me through the house to the storage room off the living room.<\/p>\n
Which is how I ended up staring at a hole in my grandmother\u2019s wall and a stranger\u2019s smile.<\/p>\n
On the floor between us sat a small metal chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d The man held out his hand. \u201cI\u2019m a real estate appraiser. Your husband asked me to look at the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t shake it. I turned to Declan.<\/p>\n
On the floor between us sat a small metal chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought an appraiser into my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to know what it\u2019s actually worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? I already bought it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly. I wanted to know how much of your money we could get back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were going to sell it behind my back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said sell! I wanted numbers. So you\u2019d see reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought an appraiser into my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did ask what it would go for as-is,\u201d Robert added.<\/p>\n
Declan glared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Robert,\u201d I said. \u201cNow explain the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was plywood over an old built-in closet. Behind it, shelves of junk. Jars, rusty tools. Your husband pulled the plywood off so I could check the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert glanced at Declan.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow explain the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understood your husband had authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked genuinely uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mrs. \u2026 Layla. I wasn\u2019t aware there was a disagreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was on the bottom shelf.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understood your husband had authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
The chest was the size of a shoebox. Rusty, scratched, no writing on it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s locked,\u201d Declan said. \u201cWe tried everything. My screwdriver bent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that\u2019s why you called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cObviously. I thought you might know where the key was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I? I haven\u2019t been inside that closet since I was a teenager.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe your grandmother mentioned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The chest was the size of a shoebox.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we could have opened it, we would\u2019ve.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d have opened it without me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in your house, Layla! Somebody worked hard to hide it. It could be money. Jewelry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s locked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOther people lived here for years. I don\u2019t even know who put it there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt might not automatically belong to the homeowner,\u201d Robert said carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho cares?\u201d Declan said. \u201cRobert has a pry bar in his truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLayla\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert, thank you for coming. Please leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt could be money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m happy to wait while you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not selling. I don\u2019t want an appraisal. Take your folder and go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I send the report to your husband?\u201d Robert asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. And please don\u2019t discuss anything you saw here with anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked at Declan, who was practically vibrating with impatience.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not selling.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door closed behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat,\u201d Declan said. \u201cYou just humiliated me in front of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did that yourself when you brought him here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I locked the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to save our family\u2019s finances!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to save our family\u2019s finances!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy going behind my back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent your entire inheritance on a house that\u2019s falling apart!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy inheritance, Declan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve been married eleven years! Since when do we have separate money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince you spent three days telling me how stupid I was for spending mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy inheritance, Declan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m being realistic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRealistic?\u201d I laughed. \u201cYou bought a boat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve used it twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI like having it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the Mustang?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m restoring it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor six years! Every weekend, every spare dollar. And I never once called it a dump.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a hobby!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd mine is a house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour hobby is a hole you throw money into!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours has an engine. Same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour hobby is a hole you throw money into!\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened his mouth. Closed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I ever bring someone over to tell you how much you could get for your Mustang?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I ever suggest selling your boat while you were at work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is it acceptable when it\u2019s something I care about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRealistic?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your house costs a hell of a lot more than my boat!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let\u2019s talk numbers. How much do you think I have left for repairs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you never asked. How much did the contractors quote me for the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would I know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to tell you on Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLayla, I don\u2019t remember every conversation we have!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t remember the ones you refuse to listen to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he pointed at the chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, maybe your grandmother left something that\u2019ll pay for those repairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never expected to find anything. I bought it because I love it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly the problem! You decide with your heart, not your head!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI bought it because I love it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you\u2019re so worried about Owen\u2019s future, why did you tell him his mother\u2019s dream was a waste of money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to hurt him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did. And you humiliated me in front of our son.\u201d<\/p>\n
He started pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what? I\u2019m done apologizing for being the only practical person in this marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t apologized once.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t apologized once.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went red.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I hadn\u2019t brought Robert here, you wouldn\u2019t even know this thing existed!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t give you the right to decide things behind my back!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t have found a damn thing without me!\u201d<\/p>\n
He kicked the chest.<\/p>\n
It scraped across the floor. Something small fell from underneath and clinked against the boards.<\/p>\n
He kicked the chest.<\/p>\n
A tiny key, stuck to the bottom with yellowed tape.<\/p>\n
I picked it up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell. At least you finally did something useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The key stuck. I tried again.<\/p>\n
Click.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lifted the lid. Declan leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
Inside lay several flat packages wrapped in protective paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it? Jewelry?\u201d<\/p>\n
I unwrapped the first one.<\/p>\n
An old comic book. Superman on the cover.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got to be kidding me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Click.<\/p>\n
I unwrapped another. And another. Every one was packed with care.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re comic books.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see that!\u201d<\/p>\n
He dropped into an old chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought we actually found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen will love them.\u201d<\/p>\n
An old comic book.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course he will. Your grandmother hid a box of junk.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked closer at the first cover.<\/p>\n
Superman lifted a car over his head. Above him: Action Comics. Below: No. 1. The date said 1938.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know exactly what that meant. But Owen had shown me videos of collectors talking about the rarest comics in the world.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeclan, wait. This might be something special.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandmother hid a box of junk.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, come on. You think this junk is worth money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone wrapped and locked it away for a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople collect weird things. Put it on eBay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking Owen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat. A ten-year-old appraiser.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think this junk is worth money?\u201d<\/p>\n
I video-called our son and showed him the cover.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, bring it closer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that Action Comics Number One? From 1938?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom! That\u2019s Superman\u2019s first appearance! Real copies have sold for millions!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople collect weird things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan stopped laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMillions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t bend it!\u201d Owen shouted. \u201cGet an expert!\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan reached for the comic.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me see.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMillions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just called it junk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
I carefully put it down. Declan was already searching auction prices.<\/p>\n
My husband was finally satisfied with me, but I wasn\u2019t with him.<\/p>\n
The next morning, he showed me his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cLayla, one sold for millions! We need a buyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan was already searching auction prices.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to know if ours is real.\u201d<\/p>\n
I contacted a rare-comics expert, arranged proper storage, and consulted a lawyer about ownership, since other people had owned the house.<\/p>\n
Declan hated waiting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if someone offers us cash?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen they can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan hated waiting.<\/p>\n
Three weeks later, the experts confirmed it: a genuine, well-preserved Action Comics No. 1, potentially worth several million dollars.<\/p>\n
I called Owen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were right about Superman, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much is it worth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMillions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis might be something special.\u201d<\/p>\n
He screamed.<\/p>\n
Declan immediately started browsing expensive cars.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t sold anything yet,\u201d I reminded him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut we will!\u201d<\/p>\n
His elation irritated me. After all, it was tied solely to money, and he was no longer thinking about how he had offended me. But I was.<\/p>\n
His elation irritated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll probably auction the rarest comic. The others are staying with Owen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if they\u2019re valuable?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re valuable to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Declan shook his head.<\/p>\n
That evening, he sat across from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you an apology. I called your grandmother\u2019s house a dump and her comics junk. I was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re valuable to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you be apologizing if the comic were worthless?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cLayla, why does that matter? We\u2019re going to be rich!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you only respect my decision now that it\u2019s worth millions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither was bringing an appraiser into my house behind my back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you an apology.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
He really looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hear you. But I need time.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, Owen and I sat on Grandma Rose\u2019s porch, planning his comic room.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, are we keeping the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven with all that money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t buy it to get rich, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we keep some of Grandma\u2019s comics?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, are we keeping the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll sell the rarest comic through an auction house once everything is cleared. Then I\u2019ll fix the roof, the kitchen, and the porch.<\/p>\n
Declan has apologized several times. Maybe he means it.<\/p>\n
But I keep wondering whether he\u2019d have apologized if that chest had been empty.<\/p>\n
I haven\u2019t decided if I can forgive him. The money doesn\u2019t change how he treated me.<\/p>\n
I haven\u2019t decided if I can forgive him.<\/p>\n
And the house was worth saving long before we found a single comic book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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