My Parents Went to Aspen for Christmas Without Me—So I Rehomed the Dog and Kept the Paperwork

rejected, all the apartment rentals that had fallen through, the confused looks from landlords and the apologetic emails: “Unfortunately, your credit score doesn’t meet our requirements.” I had thought I was unlucky, that something was fundamentally wrong with me. I had blamed myself for failures that were never actually mine.

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