I make my last alimony payment on Thursday. I find myself strangely numb and apprehensive rather than arranging for a hooker waiting for me when I come home next to an urn of cocaine and chilled Dom Perignon.
This is the first time in 10 years I will have my full paycheck rather than just enough to scrape by. So why am I not dancing for joy at the end of this onerous obligation?
Free at Last