My Solitary Journey Towards Financial Freedom
One morning I woke up and realized it, so I just packed up my stuff and moved out. It was over; she knew it and so did I. Hit me like ton bricks; no fight, just a long and deafening silence. If I had to pay someone else’s mortgage, at least help with it, then it would be family. So I moved into the unfinished and long forgotten apartment. Finished it up and all parties ended up quite happy. They now had rental property and I had a place to live at a very reasonable, actually below market rate. The time to put my needs first, ahead of others' wants had finally arrived. I was not becoming selfish or irresponsible; I simply prioritized and really got on track. Working 40+ years so that I could finally retire had always seemed rather pointless. I had started contributing the maximum allowed by the IRS into my 401K and soon thereafter learned that I could actually retire at the age of 59 ½ and start withdrawing from the plan without incurring any penal...