About 10 years ago, my mother fell ill. I knew I had to be there for them.
And I arrived in the middle of the night in the hospital waiting room.
We didn't know how things were gonna work out. And thankfully, they did. It was a wake-up call; life can change in an instant.
What if something were to happen to my husband? And that's something we talk about. I’d be in trouble.
I don't take an active role in the finances because it's about dividing and conquering with three kids and a busy life, but I know I should. And my husband especially is concerned. He wants me to get more involved.
I think we are waiting for a good time and for things to slow down, and the fact is that they never do.
I could probably relax a little bit more if I just took that step, educate myself and make those plans and not have it be my husband that's doing it.
I know I’m perfectly capable to do it, it's just making it a priority, and once that happens, I'm sure it would be like, "Why didn't I do this sooner?"
