That evening, for the first time, I confronted Robert.
“I want to keep part of my pension from now on.”
He did not even lower his newspaper.
“What for?”
“I just want to have some of my own money.”
Then he finally looked at me.
“Margaret, you don’t need money. I take care of everything you need.”
“But it is my pension.”
He was silent for a few seconds.
Then he simply said,
“I know.”
That “I know” made me angrier than shouting ever could have.
I barely slept that night.
My mind filled with terrible possibilities.
What if he had debts?
What if he was giving the money to another woman?
What if he had been hiding something from me for years?
The next month, I decided to test him.
