My fiancé said, “Add your clinic and your house to my name before the wedding—or there is no wedding.” I said I’d think about it. That weekend, I changed every lock on every door I owned.

My fiancé said, “Add your clinic and your house to my name before the wedding—or there is no wedding.” I told him I’d think it over. That weekend, I replaced every lock on every door I owned. He found out on Monday—when he showed up at my clinic and the code didn’t work anymore. And the locksmith was finishing the deadbolt while he stood there watching…
My fiancé asked me to transfer ownership of my clinic and my house the way some people ask for extra ice in a drink.

Casual. As if greed could pass for reason when delivered in a calm voice.