When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
We went through the numbers together.
We had the revenue, the reserves, and the work to support a new colleague.
My decision no longer needed to prove anything about Spencer.
It could simply be a good business decision.
I also learned that restitution and financial repair were different from emotional repair.
A payment could restore an account balance.
It could not give me back the evenings I’d spent second-guessing my own voice.
I stopped expecting legal papers to heal that part.