Susan Ellen showed me a picture of her husband.
Oh dear God.
It was a male gold digger. I thought it was only an urban myth, but, no, male gold diggers exist.
She told me he was unemployed because of the writer's strike (such a wonderful excuse for being lazy at the time!) and I didn't realize until a few weeks in that he spends all of his time in the basement and never leaves. He never even answers the door or the phone. I don't think he knows how to.
"Isn't he cute?" she asked.
His front tooth was missing and he had a mullet. His hair was pulled into a ponytail. Had the picture not been in a heart-shaped frame, I would’ve thought it was mug shot of an animal rapist.