“Rachel, you need to fight this,” she said firmly while leaning forward. “The house alone is worth nearly a million dollars, and there are vehicles, accounts, and his business interests involved.”
I remained calm as I listened to her, calmer than I had felt in a long time. “Give him what he wants,” I replied quietly.
Allison frowned as she tried to understand my reasoning. “He is trying to leave you with nothing.”
“I understand that,” I said without hesitation.
“You could walk away with almost nothing after all of this,” she continued, clearly frustrated.
I folded my hands neatly in my lap and looked directly at her. “Do it anyway.”
News of my decision spread quickly among family and friends, because people always pay attention when something seems destined to fail. My sister called me irrational, and my mother insisted that shock had clouded my judgment completely.
Even Allison asked me several times if I truly understood the consequences of what I was agreeing to. I understood more clearly than any of them could imagine.
Kevin believed the divorce began the moment he announced it in our kitchen. He had no idea it had actually started six months earlier.