My husband sent me a message from a beach resort: “I left with your best friend. We’re not coming back.” I replied with only two words

My husband texted from a beach resort: “I left with your best friend. We’re not coming back.” I wrote back two words — “Good luck” — canceled every card, and had every lock changed by 2 a.m.

At 7:18 the next morning, two police officers were pounding on my new door. They weren’t there about the locks. They were there because the man spending my money on a beach had been, for ten months, spending someone else’s — and I’d just cut off the only cards he had left.

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