My husband gave me the title of wife, and gave everything else to his mistress as compensation

My best friend Yetta's husband was a firm believer in going Dutch in marriage.

Even for condoms.

When she spiked a fever in the middle of the night and had to rush to the ER, he made her Venmo him half the Uber fare after she got home.

I told her to divorce him. She just gave me this loaded smile and said, "You wouldn't understand."

And she was right—I didn't understand. Because with my husband Paul, all I had to do was glance at something twice and he'd buy it for me.

That's why, three years into our marriage, I was still perfectly happy squeezing into a run-down apartment with him…