My dad was always like that, generous and trusting. He believed in people, sometimes too much. But that’s just who he was.
Six months later, the business was struggling. Tom was working long hours, but customers weren’t coming in as expected. “It’s just a rough patch,” he’d say.
But they didn’t. A year passed, and the business was barely hanging on. Tom became distant, spending more time at the shop and coming home late.
One night, I brought up the loan. “You haven’t forgotten about the money you owe Dad, have you?”
Tom’s face darkened. “What money?” he snapped.
“The $30,000 he lent you. You said you’d pay it back in a year.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his eyes cold. “I never borrowed any money.”
I was stunned.
“Are you serious? You sat right there and asked him! You shook his hand, Tom!”
“You’re imagining things,” he said, turning away.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man I married was pretending the loan never happened. Things got worse from there.
Tom started saying crazy things like, “Your dad’s trying to scam me! I never agreed to anything!” He even mentioned wanting a divorce, claiming my family was out to get him. I was heartbroken.
How could he lie like this? My dad was hurt, too. “I trusted him,” he said, shaking his head.
“I thought he was a good man.”Continue reading…