I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name

It had also mattered to me.

Leaving it did not require pretending it had only ever been a burden.

Karen waited.

“I thought this would be harder,” I said.

“It can still be hard.”

“I know.”

At the entrance, I stopped.

“I am not asking for another shift.”