When we were still married, my husband used to tell me it was an honor to provide for us so that I could write, so that I could run a press and champion other artists, so that I could be available for our children. He said all this helped him to find value in his work, to think of himself as a patron of the arts and a good provider.

Sometimes when we would fight, he would scream at me, Who’s making the money and supporting this family?