We became the kind of couple with lists taped to the fridge. We sold the car. I picked up weekend shifts at a boutique. Aarav took late-night consulting gigs. We turned off the AC during the heatwave, canceled subscriptions, and learned how to stretch lentils and zucchini into three meals. It wasn’t glamorous. It was exhausting. But each payment chipped away at a weight I’d been pretending not to feel.Continue reading…
