My husband took me to his company’s gala and, in front of the director, introduced me as “the nanny” so no one would know he was married to me…

He didn’t soften it.

He simply erased me.

That night, as I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom in Palm Beach, adjusting the smooth line of a white silk dress that he had already decided wasn’t enough for the kind of room he wanted to belong to, I watched his reflection instead of my own, because it was easier to understand him when I wasn’t trying continue reading …