Geography of a Divorce
<p>It’s fire season in southern California. I’m a month shy of 56, and regret is a fist in my gut. The imbalance of power between my husband and me is a sick thrill ride, and I don’t know how to get off. Maybe if I vomit someone will pull the lever.</p>
<p>This morning my husband and I are in court. He is a name partner in a mega law firm with offices all over the world. Fifteen months ago he told me he was in love with someone else. Three weeks ago he wrapped his head in a white turban, mounted a horse (a stand-in for the traditional elephant,) and married his new love in an elaborate Indian ceremony. The purpose of this court appearance is to determine the amount of my alimony, which I have not yet received.</p>
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