" Tink said, pulling AJ by the hand towards the stairs.I stood there in the living room looking down at the old comfortable pair of jeans I had on and... shook my head. At this rate I wouldn't have a single pair left to my name.What the hell are you thinking?I'm thinking that its better they learn about me from me and not by stumbling unawares onto the truth. Less chance of them being terrified this way. I don't want my children to be afraid of me.A little fear might not be a bad thing, especially. My uncle spent most of his summer on business or golf trips. With my cousins gone away to camp that freed up most of my time, leaving me only having to report to a lunch restaurant job 12 hours a week. I'd spend the rest of my time down at the pool, playing tennis, helping my aunt with her yard work, or assisting Alena with shopping or whatever project she was tasked with. It was a warm Friday morning when I found myself toiling away in my Aunt's garden. I happened to take a glance at her... I. Her Dad had split his estate up between his children on the advice of his attorney, to minimize tax impact. He was still alive when we got together, richer than ever. I despised the son of a bitch, but no one could deny his ability to make money. Seeing the collapse of the domestic textile market coming, he sold his plants at a good price. Reinvesting in real estate, he made another fortune before that market collapsed. He was still buying properties at discount prices, sitting on them until. We weren't exactly speaking to each other.Thursday afternoon I was late picking up our son after school for his dentist appointment and in my haste I quickly tossed some dirty clothes in the washer along with some detergent and left. When I returned home I found that I had poured half the box of detergent into the washer by mistake and now the machine was broken. I cleaned up the mess and brought the clothes to a laundromat. I had no idea as to how to approach my husband for the money needed to.