They Laughed at My Bruises at My Birthday Party—Then Dad Smashed My Husband’s Face Into the Cake and the Woman They Buried 14 Years Ago Walked Through the Door
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Chapter 11 - What We Did With Richard’s Money
The Bennett trust recovered substantial assets.
Margaret could have lived extravagantly.
She didn’t.
She established a foundation supporting survivors needing legal help with financial abuse.
Not because every survivor needed a dramatic courtroom.
Because many needed boring things.
Deposit money.
Lawyers.
Credit repair.
Childcare.
A new phone.
Transportation.
The things that make leaving possible.
She asked me to join the board.
I said no initially.
“Why?”
“I don’t want my entire life defined by what Nathan did.”
Margaret nodded.
“Good answer.”
No guilt.
No pressure.
Six months later, I changed my mind.
Joined.
Choice.
Again.
Dad volunteered too.
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His specialty appeared to be moving tables and threatening printers.
We banned him from cake service.
