Two Hours Before My Brain Surgery, My Husband Handed Me Divorce Papers and Said He’d Had a Child With My Best Friend — So I Signed

“What did you do to my accounts?”

“Your accounts, Alejandro?” I said.

“Don’t play dumb with me!

I’m standing in a dealership right now trying to buy an SUV for Claudia and the card was declined — in front of the salesman!”

There was, I will admit, a small and human part of me that enjoyed the particular detail of the salesman.

“Perhaps,” I said softly, “you should try paying for it with your own salary.”