By the time I left both my job and my husband, I had decided that neither relationship satisfied me. Both, in some ways, limited me, put controls on me and caused me unnecessary anxiety. I wanted agency, and wouldn’t settle for anything less.

Ah, there it is, she got bored of her husband and kicked him to the curb. I'm sure she had the honor to decline taking any of his money because she noped out of the marriage for no particular reason at all and he wasn't at fault, right?

Now, I still live in Harlem, although I upgraded to a nicer apartment,

I guess not.