The Horrors of Adulting: Devil House

I’ve recently entered the early stages of middle age, but until recently I’ve never really felt like an adult. For the fourteen years we had been married, my husband Andrew and I were living in a house his grandparents bought and rented to us for peanuts. Until the pandemic, we lived paycheck to paycheck onContinue reading “The Horrors of Adulting: Devil House”

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