When my husband Greg said we couldn’t afford preschool for our three-year-old daughter Emily, I believed him. I cut expenses, worked longer hours, and let go of small luxuries, determined to make it work for our family. Emily deserved the best start, and I wanted her to have opportunities I never did. But Greg’s firm refusal to even discuss preschool felt strange, especially when I knew our finances weren’t dire.
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