The moment I signed the divorce papers, I immediately canceled all fifteen of his credit cards.

“You didn’t lose the cards,” I said. “You lost the illusion that there were no consequences.”

That was the truth. The cards weren’t just a symbol of our financial troubles—they were a symbol of everything Ethan had taken for granted. The illusion that he could keep living in a world where nothing mattered.

But he had lost that world. And maybe, in some continue reading …