The World Is Vast, But I Will Never See You Again

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband told me to pay him back ten years of rent. He said the marital home was his premarital property. I'd lived there rent-free for ten years, and between rent, utilities, and the parking space, the total came to $1.07 million. I flipped to the last page. Raising the child, doing the housework, taking his mother to her follow-up appointments, all of it was marked: no economic contribution. Ten years ago, he was the one who told me to quit my job. He said someone had to look after the home.