My husband publicly announced our divorce at my retirement party—until my boss took the microphone and turned his humiliation into instant regret.

But when a claim got stuck, a branch office made a mess, or a client had no idea what their policy actually said, people called me.

I knew how to fix problems.

That mattered to me.

It never mattered much to my husband.

Roy liked to call my career “office routine.”

He had a way of saying it that made the whole thing sound small.

Like I had spent 35 years continue reading …