At 65, five years after my divorce, I still had the bank card my ex-husband left me with $300. I never used it. But when I finally tried to withdraw the money, I froze in disbelief.
I am sixty-five years old, and for most of my life, I didn’t think of myself as an individual story. I thought of myself as part of a pair. For thirty-seven years, I was Patrick Miller’s wife. Our marriage wasn’t romantic in the way movies like to pretend. It was made of routines—morning coffee, shared … Read more