People often ask me what the secret is to being married for 21 years.

Is it trust?

Committment?

Love?

Nah — I don’t have life insurance. He can’t afford to kill me.

That’s what I tell people anyway.

This really nice broker has been making house calls to my home for two years in hopes of securing our investment accounts. He’s with a reputable company — had great things to say about bonds, IRA’s and China. He’s a follower of Dave Ramsey – he has to be good.

I, wanting to take a more proactive role in our investments — strongly encouraged my dear sweet hubs to meet with him.

We met him and we invested.

We lost $2,500 in 30 days.

Just when I thought I’d gotten through with my skin, I receive a phone call from a new guy telling me our agent has left the company — and he wants to meet with us to discuss our portfolio.

I asked him to call back Wednesday when my husband was home to introduce himself.

So much for trust.

And living.

And handling our long term investments ever again –

you can say forgettaboutit.

If he takes out an insurance policy? I’m screwed.