From the Top of the Game to Blowing it All
I’m still trying to figure out where things went wrong. Two years ago we had it all and were on top of the world. My husband had just landed his dream job, I had just received a huge photography contract for a local magazine and we’d purchased our first home. As I sit here reading and rereading the foreclosure notice through the tears I find myself wondering if there is anything that I could have done differently that would have changed things.
When my husband received the promotion from the fortune 500 company that he worked for two and a half years ago, we thought that things couldn’t get any better. Immediately we were accepted in some of the most elite circles in our city. I’d always wondered how the other half lived, and now I knew. We had always had a great group of friends, but once my husband accepted the promotion it seemed like it came with an entirely new group of friends.
Every weekend our social calendar was filled with a party at this person’s house, an after party for a magazine launch, or dancing late into the night at one of the most exclusive clubs in the area. We saw our old friends less and less as the new friends kept us constantly busy. In retrospect, I know that’s where the problems began.
I remember one night that we were at an exclusive club having a wonderful time as we always did when we were out with our friends. We were always given the VIP treatment, which included top shelf alcohol and the best seats in the place. That particular evening, I noticed that my husband and a couple of the guys kept disappearing and I made a comment to one of the wives about it. She said not to worry about it, that they were just off enjoying a little blow. I had no idea what she meant by the term blow, so I dismissed her words and continued to enjoy the evening.
Later that evening when we arrived home I noticed that my husband seemed to be full of energy as though he couldn’t calm down. I asked him about it, and he dismissed it as the excitement from the evening. Personally, I was exhausted so I headed off to bed, and he said he would follow. The next morning, I found him on his laptop, still in the same clothing from the night before.
