After ten years of marriage, I want everything divided fairly… even now, it still matters. A decade is not insignificant.

“I need a partner, not a liability.”

“Since when am I a liability?” I asked.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“I want someone on my level.”

On my level.

Ten years ago, when I earned more than he did, that “level” had never been an issue.

But I didn’t argue.

“Okay,” I said.

He blinked. “Okay?”

“Let’s divide everything.”

For the first time, he faltered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I replied. “But we divide everything. The house. The investments. The accounts. The company you founded while I signed as guarantor.”