My husband demanded a divorce after coming home drunk—but instead of breaking down, I calmly finished breakfast, packed my life on my terms, and left him with silence and cinnamon rolls.
account that Karen had helped us set up when we got married.
“Open one today,” Patricia said. “Move enough to cover first and last month’s rent somewhere. Don’t touch anything else yet. You don’t want it to look like you’re hiding assets, but you need a safety net.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked, wiping my eyes.
