was finally refusing to destroy myself to keep his life comfortable. His attorneys had been stunned by my investments, his family by Marblehead, and nearly everyone by my refusal to take his wealth. But those surprises weren’t the point.
For three years he’d assumed I stayed because I needed what he possessed. I’d stayed because I loved him. When that love no longer offered a place where I could live with dignity, I chose to leave rather than beg for a place in my own marriage. Granddad had been partly
