He Sold His House Without Me

One month before the wedding, my fiancé sold his house. The words hit me out of nowhere—one minute I was pouring myself a glass of Merlot after a long Thursday at work, the next I was standing there, frozen, holding the bottle in midair. For a second, I just stared at the deep red wine swirling in my glass, trying to process what he’d just told me. Was he really serious?

He made the announcement so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. "The real estate market’s flatlining. Cash is king right now. Anyway, we’re about to start our life together—and you’ve still got your place, right? That should be plenty for us, right?"

His tone was so breezy, almost like he was talking about switching grocery stores. I couldn’t believe how casual he sounded. I stared at my phone, swirling the wine and watching the city lights blink through the kitchen window. Here in Ohio, people hold onto their homes like family heirlooms. Was this really something you just did on a whim? Did he really think this through, or was I missing something?

A little later, after I’d sat with it for a while, I told him I’d sold my house too. I needed to see what he’d say, needed to know if he’d react the same way I had.

But he shot back, "That’s a huge deal—why didn’t you talk to me first? You sold your house? So, like, where are we even supposed to live after the wedding?"

Earlier that day, he’d texted me: "Babe, I sold my house."

I frowned, confused. We were getting married soon, and he’d never once brought up selling his place. Not even a hint. It felt like something was missing, like I’d missed a whole conversation.

So I texted back, "Wait, why?"

He sent a long explanation. To sum it up:

Houses aren’t going up anymore—in fact, they’re dropping. But if you’ve got cash, you can invest it. Money makes money, you know?

Besides, we’re about to be a family. Having two homes in one city is such a waste.

After reading his message, I paused and asked, "So after we get married, where are we going to live?"