Chapter 11

We worked, we took care of the house, played with our pets and went out on the weekends, like most people. No kids, thank God. I thought (when I bothered to think about it at all) that everything was fine in our marriage until Sharon decided that there should be more to life than this. She asked me to move out and I did.

We're still friendly towards each other - there wasn't any cheating or nasty fights, just the decision to not be married any more. Our official separation is almost over now - the divorce becomes final in two months - and we've both moved on. I hear she's got a boyfriend.

When she kicked me out, I was a middling-successful 31-year-old advertising executive with one of the smaller agencies in the city.

Not a terribly fast-rising executive, but a stable and solid performer. My clients liked me and kept sending work our way and occasionally recommended me to other companies, which helped build my portfolio of accounts. I'm 6-