I sold my parents’ house and my car to fund my husband’s dream farm. I trusted him completely until one call on my way to the bank made me wonder who he was really building that life for.I sat on the edge of our old bed early in the morning and watched Jake sleep. He always slept so peacefully, like there were no debts, no bills. I touched his shoulder gently.Jake. Wake up. We agreed I’d take the money to the bank today.”He rubbed his eyes sleepily. “Morning, baby. You’re up early again, huh?”I got up to make his coffee. So he could sit in our kitchen and dream about his farm. Five minutes later, he was already standing in the kitchen doorway. He reached for his mug and sat down across from me.“Martha, you know I love you, right? You’re my rock. You’re everything I’ve got.”I just smiled.

“Tell me again. What are we going to do?”Jake set the mug aside and spread his arms wide, like he was already holding the whole farm in them.“We’ll have our own land, fresh milk, no chemicals. People will come from all over the country. Our name on every jar. And that’s just the beginning!”“And the kids? When will we finally be able to send Benny to a decent school?”“Soon, baby, soon. It’ll all work out. You sold the lake house — that’s the beginning.I nodded. That little lake house was the last memory I had of Mom and Dad. But if it would help my husband build his dream…“I adore you, you know that?” Jake leaned closer, brushed his fingers over my cheek. “No one’s ever done as much for me as you have.”