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My husband fancied himself a saint. To help a poor, tragic escort pay off her debts, he secretly stole the 100 thousand I'd saved for IVF treatment. When I confronted him, he looked at me with unbearable pity. "She needs this money far more than we do. We can always have kids later, but a life is at stake." Watching him wallow in his own self-righteousness, I finally woke up. He wanted to play the saint? Fine. I would play along. I immediately listed our house deed, car keys, even his parents' pension cards on OfferUp for next to nothing. If he was so determined to do good deeds, then let's lose everything together for charity.