My husband Christopher was once a financial planner. Even though he couldn't balance our budget，his clients trusted him completely and he made them feel secure. In exchange they paid him very well. We had a nice life then. At that time，my yoga studio(瑜伽馆)was just starting to make a profit，and I had recently decorated it. At last，I was in control of my working life and poured my heart and soul into making it succeed.When we first met，I fell hard for Christopher right away. although I wouldn't call it love. I'd never been with a man who was prettier than I was，but after a while I got used to this. and it didn't bother me so much. I was recovering from a broken heart and needed something to help me move on. If it wasn't love，it was good enough，and when he asked me to marry him I jumped at the chance. knowing that it might be my last.Things started out so well. I was working steadily and Christopher was patiently climbing up the ladder in his department. Then，without any warning，one gray winter afternoon in year five，he just upped and left his desk at the bank，handed in his resignation，and came home and told me he wanted to start an interior design business.He has always loved mixing and matching，and has a real eye for color，texture，and shape，but the idea of turning a hobby into a business wasn't something we had ever discussed. I thought the stress of his job was becoming too much and perhaps he would take a few months off over the spring and summer to relax and get the idea out of his system. I didn't believe he could be serious. But once he had a few clients，he began to draw up plans，ordering catalogues and turning our empty workshop into a kind of makeshift studio with all of his sketches pinned to the wall. After spending a lot of time and money on all of this preparation，and really doing quite a nice job of it,he called each client in turn and apologized，saying he wouldn't be able to design their living spaces after all.As a financial planner，Christopher______.