Chapter 8

“Because to paraphrase a poem, let me count the ways. One, he cheated on me for three of the five years we were married. God only knows with how many men or how many diseases he brought to our bed. Don’t worry. I’m clean now. Antibiotics work wonders these days.”

I didn’t want him to go on and reached my hand toward his. He pulled his back and into his lap.

“Two, he tried to take me for everything I’d earned in the Bay Area. He argued that I’d told him to give up his job and forbade him to get another. He said he was an unpaid servant in our house, that he had to do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry.” Rick gave a short, ugly laugh. “With a straight face, he whined to the domestic court judge that I’d called him fat. It was the only thing he told the judge that was true.”

“Okay, I get the picture.” I was always shocked at how other people in relationships had it so much harder than I did.