I’d always considered myself pretty street smart. You know, the kind of girl that didn’t have an easy life and had learned many lessons via the School of Hard Knocks.
Then I married my Prince Charming. He didn’t make much money, but we shared the same values, including those regarding personal finance; prior to meeting him I built up an 18-month emergency fund that exceeded $50,000.
Life was good — until that fateful day when the world was turned upside down: My prince ran off with the pot of gold.
One day I was happily married and on a solid financial footing. The next day, I was alone and near broke — just 23 months into my marriage.
I was 48 years old.