My mortgage and I didn’t always get along. We had fights, and my mortgage often made me want to cry. Recently, however, we came to a truce and decided to play nice with each other. The following is our love story.
The mortgage – let’s call him Bob – and I met over a three-bedroom ranch in small-town Iowa. We instantly fell in love. Bob offered me the ability to own a home with the ease of an affordable down payment and low monthly payments, and I offered Bob hefty interest feedings…I mean payments.
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