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?’

He never confessed what he’d been keeping from me.

I went to the funeral even though I wasn’t sure if I should.

The church was packed. People I hadn’t seen in years came up to me with sad smiles and said things like, “He was a good man,” and “We’re so sorry for your loss.”

I nodded, thanked them, and felt like a fraud.

Then, Troy’s 81-year-old father stumbled up to me, reeking of whiskey.

His eyes were red, his voice thick.

He leaned in close, and I could smell the liquor on his breath.

Troy’s 81-year-old father stumbled up to me.

“You don’t even know what he did for you, do you?”

I stepped back. “Frank, this isn’t the time.”

He shook his head hard, almost losing his balance. “You think I don’t know about the money? The hotel room? Same one, every time?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “God help him, he thought he was being careful.”

Frank swayed slightly, his hand heavy on my arm like he needed me to stay upright.

“What are you saying?” I asked.