My linchpin moment was a little less violent, but it served its purposes. I sat at the dining room table one spring morning and said, “It looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful day!” He responded: “You didn’t stay up to watch the news. You haven’t read the newspaper. There’s no way you could possibly know what kind of day it’s gonna be.” As he stormed out I thought, “I’m married to an idiot.” I was with him for a few years longer, then he left. But that’s the day I knew it was over.