KOURTNEY

At twenty-two, I wasn't asking for a million dollars to be miraculously sitting pretty in my account. I wasn't even hoping to find a genuine love that'd be safe and unconditional. I just wanted my sanity intact.

I wanted to wake up without the sound of glass shattering or my parents screaming about who would be keeping the house and who was responsible for twenty three years of misery.

Their divorce wasn't just a legal procedure; it was a battle of the fiercest, and of course, I was just the collateral damage standing in the middle of the battlefield.

I couldn't take it anymore. I felt if I spent...