My separation and divorce wouldn’t make for great television. We were off a hundred or so dollars in child support, a point on which I finally caved. The legal fees would cost more than winning the compromise. She and I divvied the furniture, pictures, and Tupperware with little friction.
They told us to be worried, very worried. It was the only thing talked about whenever they weren’t around, always on our minds always keeping us in a state of panic. It tainted everything; hanging like a black cloud of fear. The end, they said, was inevitable, unavoidable, and waiting to consume us.