“When?”
“Eventually!”
I put down my brush.
“Gary, that
was our emergency fund.”
“I was entitled to my share!”
“Then why wasn’t it disclosed during the divorce?”
He had no answer.
Finally, he said, “You always have to make everything difficult.”
I almost smiled.
“No, Gary. I simply stopped making everything easy for you.”
He hung up.
The investigation continued.
And what we discovered next was even more surprising.
The $50,000 hadn’t been used for rent, furniture, or ordinary expenses.
A substantial portion had been spent on Melissa.
Luxury hotel stays.
Jewelry.
A weekend trip to Hawaii.
And
a designer handbag that cost more than my monthly grocery budget.
I stared at the records.
For years, Gary had complained about how expensive our household was.
He had criticized me for buying a new coat.
He had told me we needed to be careful with money.
Yet he had spent our shared savings trying to impress another woman.
