The Room My Father Built
She said: “You keep calling it a feeling because it didn’t come with a sentence attached.
But you’d been married to him for eleven years and you had watched him do four refinancings and set up three entities and explain them all to you in a way that left you knowing nothing.
“That isn’t a feeling, Gwen.
That’s a data set you weren’t allowed to look at directly.”
The second thing is harder and I have only said it in a few places.
For a long time I could not get past the fact that I had lived in a house with a man who was practicing my signature on a legal pad for seven months.