At my own retirement party, my wife handed me the divorce papers and said, “You sign here.” Our children clapped and cheered. I signed the papers and replied, “This is what you chose! You have no idea what you just did…”
The air in the banquet hall of a mid-range hotel outside Hartford was thick with the smell of stale perfume and ambitious greed. It was supposed to be a celebration of 40 years of service as the chief financial officer for a logistics firm that ran distribution centers from New Jersey to Illinois, but the…