"As for me, eight months pregnant and hardly in the mood for a party, I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to the simple guy I’d first married, whose idea of a good time had once been grilling in the backyard with a beer in his hand."

Why do they all go into deep denial? I bet she was sewing her own clothes, and buying at discount stores. Ladies--just be honest. You took the money, and started to expect it. You really, don't care how it's made. How much will she get for her pity book?