“Get a job, you lazy freeloader!” my husband yelled, throwing a newspaper in my face just weeks after I gave birth. I stayed silent, but secretly pulled our bank statements. When I saw where our $90,000 savings went, I smiled, called my attorney, and prepared a surprise that would ruin him…

under my rules.”

The very next afternoon, Fabian’s beloved vehicle suffered a catastrophic and wildly expensive mechanical failure. Predictably, he walked through the front door and unleashed the entirety of his misplaced rage onto me. He kicked a chair, hurled insults about Susan’s failing health, and pointed a trembling, aggressive finger toward the continue reading …