The Bank

I was seven months pregnant, with my first child, and my husband and I were completely broke. We were seniors in college, he was working at Half Acre Gym and I had just quit working in the athletic directors office. Being pregnant and having to daily smell sweat was rough. During my sixth month of pregnancy, my parents had offered to cover the $250 I had been making a month, so I wouldn’t have to work during the rest of my pregnancy and my senior year. With bills, rent ($500/mo.), food, doctor bills, etc., money was tight.

One month, we came to a point of having no money. My husband called his father, and he agreed to send us $100 to help us get through the rest of the month. Our parents had been very supportive of us during college, and I will always be grateful to both of our parents. We waited for the check to come, and it did. My husband told me it would take 24 hours for the check to clear, so he would take it to our bank, deposit it, and tomorrow morning we could go withdraw the funds.

The next morning, we drove to the bank, got out of the car, and went inside. Usually, my husband took care of all our money issues, but he had me go up to the teller and begin the process of withdrawing the money. I filled out the withdrawal slip, got out my drivers license, and handed them to the teller. She looked at me and then at my husband. She got on her computer and then quietly told me we had insufficient funds for that withdrawal. I was sure she was mistaken, and told her my husband had come in yesterday with the check from his father, and he’d deposited the money. We had waited the 24 required hours…according to what my husband had told me, and now the money should be available to us. My husband abruptly left the bank and got into our car. The teller gently reached across the counter, grabbed my hands and told me my husband had cashed the check the night before. She had been the teller to assist him. I couldn’t believe this. I had tears streaming down my face, and felt completely humiliated. Why would he lie to me? Why would he make me go through all of this? What had he done with the money? To this day, I still don’t know where the money went, how he had spent it, and he never told me.I don’t think this was the first time I felt like I had been hit with a lightening bolt in our relationship, but it might have been the biggest one up to that point. I felt maimed, like a wounded animal. Would I ever be able to trust him? I was pregnant and 21 years old. What could I do?

It is 28 years later, and I am now Brian’s wife. When my husband, Brian, goes to the bank, he checks to see what I need. “Honey, can I get you some cash for the week?” He is authentically honest. He doesn’t try to hide money from me, he shares everything he has with me, and he would never think about placing me in a humiliating situation.There were many years that a bank represented discomfort for me. Even now, I feel uneasy when I have to go to the bank. Fortunately for me, I have been blessed with an honest husband who understands this quirk.

An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips. Proverbs 24:26

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