I was seventy-three when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “You’re old. You’re sick. I’m leaving you for someone who still matters.” He walked out with a thirty-five-year-old woman on his arm, certain he had destroyed me.part 1

“Diane,” I said. “He finally did it.”

My attorney’s voice was calm. “Good. Then we begin.”

His petition was theatrical, insulting, and stupid.

He claimed I was mentally fragile. He claimed I had contributed nothing to the marriage except “domestic support.” He claimed he needed access to all marital assets to “preserve business stability.”

The phrase made continue reading …