I thought three years of marriage meant we were building a future together, until my husband pushed a suburban housing flyer across the dining table and demanded I sell my $370,000 downtown apartment. He insisted on putting the new $520,000 home solely under his mother’s name, claiming it was for her ‘peace of mind’ while his family chipped in a pathetic $16,000.
# THE HOME EQUITY TRAP ## CHAPTER 1: THE PROPOSAL When my husband urged me to sell my pre-marital apartment before the wedding, my father chuckled softly: *”So he’s trying…