Our toilet tank was filling slowly for weeks. When my husband promised to fix it but never did, I got suspicious. One day, while he was at work, I lifted the lid—and found a Ziploc bag stuffed with at least $10,000 in cash, double-bagged and perfectly dry.
That night, I confronted him. He confessed he’d been working extra under-the-table construction jobs, hiding the cash because he didn’t want me to worry or think he’d failed after tough financial times. He was saving to surprise me with a new car.
It wasn’t a dark secret—it was love in a clumsy disguise.
We laughed about his weird hiding spot, stopped keeping secrets, and eventually bought a secondhand Subaru together. More importantly, we became true partners again.
Moral? Don’t assume the worst—and maybe check your toilet tank once in a while!
