Blame the masochist in me, but sometimes I fantasize about what I would do if my husband suddenly announced he wanted a divorce. The scenario usually plays out in my head in the following way: I walk into our apartment and catch him in the middle of having sex with some woman he'd been carrying on a hot affair with for months. I am shaken but composed. I say something super classy and snarky, throw them both out, and make myself a strong drink as I contemplate the next step.
Yeah right. In reality, I could see wanting to instead follow the footsteps of this Colorado husband, who had the couple's life savings of $500,000 turned into gold and then tossed into a dumpster so that his ex-wife couldn't get her hands on one red cent. In other words, I'd want to do something totally demented.