And my wife said the sentence that ended our marriage, and she said it quietly, looking out of the windshield.

“Every time you tell me to put up with it, do you ever stop and think about what it costs to put up with it?

Or does it just sound like a free thing to ask for, because you’re not the one doing it?”

I did not have an answer.

I have one now.

It is: no, I never once thought about it, and it sounded like a completely free thing to ask for, and I had been asking for it every few weeks for two years.

She moved into the second bedroom in the October.

We filed in the October.

It was uncontested, and there was no fight over anything, because there was nothing much to fight over — a company worth about four hundred thousand dollars on paper, most of that in equipment with notes on it, a leased house, two vehicles.

She took her car, eleven thousand dollars, and her half of a savings account that had six thousand in it.