The side job was eroding his hard-won self-respect
We moved right before Dovy was born. It wasn’t like we really had a choice in the matter. Five kids in our small two-bedroom rental simply wasn’t going to work.
The new apartment was spacious. There were three bedrooms (three!) plus a small office that could double as a fourth one if necessary. The kids had space to play, there were two bathrooms, and it was reasonably priced for the size. Miri, my wife, was delighted.
And I was… frankly, I was terrified.
We’d barely been scraping by through the month until that point. And while the rent was definitely on the lower end for a three-bedroom apartment, it was still significantly higher than what we’d been paying up until then.
How on earth were we going to pay the difference?
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