MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

hung up on me.

For some reason, that felt like progress.

PART 7: THE CREDIT CARD

The next surprise arrived in my mailbox.

A credit card statement.

Not mine.

David’s.

At first, I assumed it had been delivered by mistake.

Then I noticed the address.

My condo.

His old address.

I should have returned it unopened.

Probably.

Instead, I called him.

“You have mail.”

“Throw continue reading …