When my husband and I separated five years ago, one of the very first things he did was buy a school-bus yellow BMW motorcycle — with matching jacket, helmet and boots.
I was appalled — and naively surprised. Sure, he’d been hankering for a hog during our marriage. But a fun, expensive bike was not in our priorities, I said (and he agreed). Plus, motorcycles are dangerous, right? We had a baby. No matter, as soon as he was out the door, he bought the bike, even though — like every other divorced person, ever — we each had less money than when we were married. But here I was fighting for some child support he claimed he couldn’t afford, and he bought a $#@$!$ motorcycle!
After years of complaining about being broke, he finally sold the bike at a loss.