I hated being on TV. But Paul was devastated. He liked that version of me. He loved her. I got under his feet at home all the time. I wasn’t the woman he married. I was unemployed, I didn’t dress the same, and I no longer had any stories to tell. Last year at a wedding, the couple sitting next to us asked what I did. Paul answered before I had a chance to. “Nothing.” The somebody he loved became a nobody he loathed.
