He Kept Me on a $1,800 Allowance and Called Me a Kept Housewife. He Never Checked Who Held the Deciding Vote on the Company He Was Trying to Buy
Barrett felt no shame.
What fired in him, without any delay, was indignation — the pure animal outrage of a man whose property has trespassed on him.
In his private accounting I was not a wife who had been wronged; I was a variable that had escaped its assigned place and appeared, uninvited, in a part of his life where I was not supposed to be able to reach.
His first true feeling, before he remembered to arrange his face, was that I had done something to him.