"The moment I knew I would never again have a joint bank account, I was driving home in a hard rain with a small butterscotch lollipop in my mouth. I would take the sweetness where I could find it. Nearly an hour before, I had logged in to the savings account I shared with my husband to discover that half of the savings had been withdrawn in one chunk, right after the last big argument my husband and I had."
"Divorce was always going to be heartbreaking, but it didn't have to be panic-inducing and it was. What kept me awake, and what woke me in the middle of the night sweating, heart racing was fear. I was a poet and he was a litigator. It seemed impossible that I would be able to stay in the house."
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