My husband and I divorced after 36 years—then at his funeral, his dad had too much to drink and said, \”YOU DON\’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID FOR YOU, DO YOU?\” I\’d known Troy since we were five. Our families lived next door, so we grew up together—same yard, same school, same everything. We got married at twenty, and for most of our lives, it felt easy. Two kids, a girl and a boy, both grown now. A steady, normal marriage. Then, in our thirty-fifth year, large amounts of money started disappearing from our joint account. I only noticed because our son sent me some money and I went to move it into savings. The balance didn\’t make sense. Thousands gone. Then more. Like someone had been quietly draining us. When I asked Troy, he gave me a different excuse every time. \”Bills.\” \”Something for the house.\” \”I moved it around, it\’ll come back.\” It never did. A week later, I opened his desk drawer looking for the battery for the remote and found hotel receipts tucked under papers. Same hotel. Same city. Same room number. My stomach flipped. I called the hotel, pretended I was my husband\’s assistant, and asked for the same room under his name—the one he\’d stayed in last time. The concierge didn\’t even hesitate. \”Of course,\” he said. \”He\’s a regular. That room is basically reserved for him.\” When Troy came home, I put the receipts on the table and demanded an explanation. He didn\’t deny it, but he wouldn\’t explain it either. Just stared at me like I was the problem. I couldn\’t live inside that kind of lie. So after 36 years, we divorced. Two years later, he died suddenly. At his funeral, his 81-year-old father stumbled up to me, reeking of whiskey. His eyes were red, his voice thick. He leaned in and slurred, \”YOU DON\’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID FOR YOU, DO YOU? Full story in the comments below…👇