My Husband Told Me to “Handle It Yourself” While I Was in Labor So He Could Stay at His Mother’s Birthday—Then I Made One Phone Call

For a man who once believed every decision needed him, retirement was almost comic.

He called me one Tuesday.

“What do normal people do at eleven in the morning?”

“Apparently they don’t acquire companies.”

“I’m bored.”

“Get a hobby.”

He bought woodworking tools.

Terrible idea.