My Mother-in-Law Shoved Me Down the Stairs, and My Husband Begged Me to Call It an Accident—Then the Doctor Saw My X-Rays
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Chapter 19 / 27
Chapter 19 - Divorce
Our divorce was boring in the way real divorces often become after dramatic beginnings.
Bank statements.
Home valuation.
Retirement accounts.
Furniture.
Insurance.
Tax questions.
The house mattered.
Graham wanted it.
I did not.
Too many stairs.
Too many rooms containing conversations I had spent years misremembering.
He refinanced.
Bought out my share.
At one point I wanted to abandon several valuable items just to avoid seeing him.
Mara stopped me.
“Emotional exhaustion is not a reason to give away marital property.”
Annoying.
Correct.
We divided things properly.
The divorce finalized fourteen months after the fall.
Outside the courthouse, Graham cried.
May you like
I cried too.
You can end something correctly and still mourn the version you thought you had.
