I started a business. I grew it. Fucking crushed it. Still crushing it.

It supported our family while she didn’t work and earned her masters degree. We maintained a great lifestyle.

Her contributions were purely circumstantial from the her family wealth. “I can get brave and start a business because we’ll never be homeless or hungry”. I could take that big risk. And it never even got close to that, either.

And I have to give her half a million dollars to keep it.

Thanks. I hate it.