What followed was a very long silence and then a recess, and then two more weeks of Grant Whitfield trying to characterize a notarized secured note as a marital contribution, which is not a thing that it is.

And in the last week, in a hallway, my husband lost his composure exactly once.

He said: “What are you going to do with it?

Really.

What are you actually going to do with all of it when you’re sitting on your own at fifty-two?

At least I’ve got something at the end of this.

You’ve got a portfolio.”

And then he said the thing about never being able to get pregnant.