He had made it a place of humiliation.

I made it a place of restoration.

That is what you can do, it turns out, with the rooms where you were hurt, if you are lucky enough and stubborn enough and free enough: you do not have to burn them down or flee them.

You can convert them.

You can fill the place where you were made to feel worthless with people learning they never were.

A year later, a reporter on a financial program asked whether I regretted exposing my ex-husband so publicly.