On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

in the doorway and told him what was coming. The frozen accounts. The suppliers calling. The audit proceeding. The courtroom.

“And all of that,” I said, “over a word you said in front of thirty people on New Year’s Eve.”

I went upstairs, packed one suitcase with what I needed, and drove to a hotel in downtown Houston. I checked in under my own name, continue reading …