My ex-husband made good money. When our family started to fall apart, I realized that my salary and his child support would be enough for me and my son to live quite well. We got divorced, and he moved into his small apartment that he’d bought before we got married.
A couple of weeks later, he showed up and handed me the keys to his apartment. He said, “Rent it out and live off the money.” Then he quit his job and moved to his parents’ village, where he started beekeeping with his father. Despite the distance, he often visited us to see our son.
One day, he came with two jars of honey and said, “Sell it if you want, or eat it if you want.” In the end, I rented out the apartment and sold the honey. A year later, we got back together and moved to the village. Looking back, if I had agreed to move earlier and he had insisted, we wouldn’t have divorced at all.
