My Husband Lavishes Money on His Mistress, While My Son and I Collect Trash to Make Ends Meet

On his way home from collecting recyclables after school, my son was bitten by a rabid dog. To save money, he painfully came home and asked me to staple the wound shut.

With tears in my eyes, I took him to a small clinic for basic treatment.

Tommy blamed himself, "Mom, I'm sorry. Ten dollars is our food budget for the day."

But as we turned to leave, we stumbled upon my husband at the high-end pet store next door, swiping his card to buy a premium grooming package for his ex-girlfriend's dog.

"James is so good to Sophia, coming every week to get little Bella the deluxe treatment!"