After the Divorce, I Belong to Him

My marriage to Walter Henson fell roughly into three stages.

In the first, we had just signed the papers, and life was sweet.

No matter how late he worked, Walter always came home.

And I always left a light on for him.

In the second stage, he began to find me ignorant, useless at everything.

He wouldn't bring me to his company, wouldn't introduce me to his friends.

I signed up for every kind of class I could, wanting to learn more, to catch up to him.

And he looked at me with nothing but distaste and said, "Greta Fox, the girls at the massage parlor know more than you do."