25/06/2025
A Conversation With No Trust
I lied to my financial advisor.
Told him I earned less than I do.
And so, we went on
talking numbers,
drafting dreams
scaled down to fiction.
A retirement fund
that might last me three months.
A health fund
fit for three days of mild fever.
Insurance
that could afford my family
a plot the size of a potted plant.
College savings
to get my kids
through one hopeful semester.
We built a financial plan that God knows fit whom?
Not me.
Not really.
But I nodded.
Told myself I’d won
kept control,
avoided the trap
of being fully seen.
I’d pay the smallest premium,
keep my options open,
walk away untouched.
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That day,
two people lost.
The advisor lost a sale.
Me? I lost the future I pretended not to need.
CTTO Byrons Ferrer