My Husband and I Divorced After 36 Years – at His Fune.ral, His Dad Had Too Much to Drink and Said, 'You Don't Even Know What He Did for You, Do You?'

"That can't be right."

The knot in my stomach tightened as I checked the numbers again.

There was no mistake. Thousands of dollars were missing.

***

That night, I slid my laptop toward Troy while he was watching the news.

"Did you move money out of checking?"

He barely looked up from the TV. "I paid the bills."

"How much?"

There was no mistake.

"A couple of thousand. It evens out."

"Where?" I turned the screen toward him.

"Troy, this is a lot. Where is it all going?"

He rubbed his forehead, eyes still on the television. "The usual… things for the house, bills. I move money around sometimes, you know that. It'll come back."

I wanted to press him, but after a lifetime of knowing this man, I knew an argument at that point would just build walls.

So I waited.

I wanted to press him.

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