Grant made sure I looked like the problem.
For six months, he told everyone I was unstable, difficult, impossible to live with. What he didn’t mention were the hotel receipts I found in his SUV. Or how he emptied our joint account just weeks before filing for divorce. Or how his family sided with him before I’d even seen the paperwork.
By the time we stood in court, I’d already been portrayed as the bitter wife who should feel lucky the settlement was “generous.”
That word still stung.
