My Husband and I Divorced After 36 Years – at His Fune.ral, His Dad Had Too Much to Drink and Said, ‘You Don’t Even Know What He Did for You, Do You?’

“It’s not what you think.”

“Blowing it out of proportion?” My voice rose. “Troy, the money’s been disappearing from our account, and you’ve visited that hotel eleven times over the past few months without telling me. You’re lying about something. What is it?”

“You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I did trust you. I do, but you’re not giving me anything to work with here.”

He shook his head. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“You’re lying about something. What is it?”

He didn’t answer.

I slept in the guest room that night. I asked him to explain himself again the next morning, but he refused.

“I can’t live inside that kind of lie,” I said. “I can’t wake up every day and pretend I don’t see what’s happening.”

Troy nodded once. “I figured you’d say that.”

So, I called a lawyer.