I’ve got it now.” And I turned to face my husband, and I finally, after three days and ten years, spoke.

“You want a divorce, Joe?

You’ll get one.

But hear me clearly, because there are a hundred witnesses.

I am not moving out of our home.

I am not signing over one share of what your father left me.

And I am never, ever going to let you use our son as leverage against me again.” Tracy stepped forward, her face confused, her red dress suddenly looking like a costume she wished she hadn’t worn.

“Joe told me you two had been separated for years,” she said.