With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
On paper, I was his wife.
In practice, I was his unpaid staff.
Even now, injured and exhausted, he expected me to make his life run smoothly.
I didn’t yell.
I didn’t cry.
I smiled.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll take care of it.”
His face relaxed immediately.
“Knew you would,” he said, as if my agreement proved something good about him.
He left that evening to meet friends and “kick off the weekend.”
And I sat at the kitchen table, my cast propped on a pillow, and started making calls.
