My Husband and I Divorced After 36 Years – at His Funeral, His Dad Had Too Much to Drink and Said, ‘You Don’t Even Know What He Did for You, Do You?’

I was waiting at the kitchen table with the receipts.

He looked at the paper, then at me.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is.”

He stood there, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, staring at the receipts like they were something I’d planted to trap him.

“I’m not doing this,” he finally said. “You’re blowing it out of proportion.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Blowing it out of proportion?” My voice rose. “Troy, the money’s been disappearing from our account, and you’ve visited that hotel eleven times over the past few months without telling me. You’re lying about something. What is it?”

“You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I did trust you. I do, but you’re not giving me anything to work with here.”